The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1132

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Chapter 1132

“Don’t tell me you just used that….”

Derus Robert trembled visibly for the first time since arriving here, calling me a wretch as his eyebrows quivered with genuine shock.

“Was it True Moon Technique?”

Against his own will, he felt the scorching air surrounding us, and his brow furrowed deeply.

“True Moon Technique?”

I stomped on Archangel Ramiel’s corpse once more, tilting my head in confusion.

“What’s that?”

I raised my chin, asking him to explain what True Moon Technique meant.

“The martial technique you used to pierce through my aura and senses, the one you used to take Ramiel.”

Derus Robert gnashed his teeth savagely, as if grinding bone.

“Ah….”

I nodded calmly, now understanding.

“So that technique was called True Moon Technique? Then yes, that’s right. I learned it by watching you fight Glen.”

I laughed as I explained that I had learned True Moon Technique by observing his battle with Glen Zigheart.

“Insane….”

Derus Robert chewed his lips relentlessly, unable to believe what I was saying.

“Whether it’s insane or not, thank you.”

I let out a scoff as I watched Derus’s expression harden with gravity.

“I never knew there was a way to strengthen martial arts like this.”

Derus Robert had grown stronger than before, but he was clearly weaker than Glen at this moment.

Yet with his relatively inferior power, he engaged in a close battle against the mighty Glen without being pushed back significantly.

At first, I thought the Archangel had granted him a special artifact or ability, but after observing carefully using the Ring of Fire and the Azure Eye, my assumption proved wrong.

‘Derus Robert was fighting Grandfather using only his own power.’

I wrinkled my nose briefly as I gazed at the earth beneath my feet.

‘He made the surrounding space his own body.’

Derus Robert had opened his soul, transforming the surrounding space into a state identical to his own body, then strengthened his martial power through the natural mana.

The surrounding space itself moved according to Derus’s will, and with natural mana continuously supplied, he could endure Glen’s blade without being pushed back severely.

-Even the True Demon King was shocked seeing that.

Wrath shook his head in disbelief.

-To open one’s own soul and transform the surrounding space into one’s own body… that’s not something a normal human could conceive of.

He said this was the first time even he, a Demon Lord, had witnessed such a method of combat.

-Only a madman who doesn’t value his own soul could accomplish such a thing.
‘Of course he’s not a normal human.’

I chuckled softly and nodded.

‘A being like that wouldn’t exist even in the Demon Realm or the Celestial Realm.’

Darkan had said that Derus’s body concealed an immense soul beyond counting.
He had certainly used those souls to transform the surrounding space into his own body and enhance his martial power.

‘He must have learned Heart Sword and created a new form of combat.’

Derus had clearly awakened his own soul through Heart Sword and created the martial art called Eternal Moon Slash. Though he was an enemy I despised, I couldn’t help but acknowledge his talent in martial arts.

—That bastard certainly isn’t in his right mind. However….

Wrath turned his gaze from Derus Robert and looked at me.

—You’re even more insane than he is!
‘Me? Why me?’

I blinked, asking what he meant.

—Detecting that bastard’s bizarre soul concept is possible because you possess the Cerulean Eyes. That much can be excused. However….

Wrath furrowed his brow, still unable to comprehend.

—Immediately replicating it is impossible by the True Demon King’s standards! What kind of monster are you?!

He seized my collar, demanding to know how I’d copied a technique forged from soul itself.

“How did you replicate True Moon Technique? Have you been watching me all this time?”

Derus Robert ground his teeth with a chilling expression, harboring the same question as Wrath.

“True Moon Technique differs fundamentally from ordinary martial arts. No matter how exceptional your talent, replicating it should be impossible.”

He cast a cold gaze, demanding I explain how I’d copied True Moon Technique.

“Why would I watch a foul-smelling wretch like you?”

I waved my hand dismissively at Derus Robert.

“I just copied it because it worked.”

I’d burned every technique and movement Derus Robert used against Glen Zigheart into my mind, then read the flow of his soul through the ring of fire to reverse-engineer how he’d amplified his power.

Verifying my calculations weren’t flawed, I’d spread my own soul to create a minuscule but power-enhancing space.

When Derus Robert attempted to retrieve Archangel Ramiel’s corpse, I’d expanded True Moon Technique slightly wider and launched my assault—resulting in the present outcome.

“Do you truly believe that makes sense?”

Derus furrowed his brow deeply, as if telling me to stop spouting nonsense.

“Chanyeol Moo is a martial art and cultivation method I newly created after entering the realm of the Heavenly Sword. You’re telling me you can replicate it just by watching?”

He clenched his fists, declaring it an impossibility even for gods.

“Why is that impossible? I think your personality is far more impossible than that.”

I shrugged my shoulders at the enraged Derus.

“Believe it or not, I don’t care. This Archangel’s corpse is my spoils of war. I won’t hand it over to anyone.”

I drove the Heavenly Sword through Ramiel’s corpse and buried it into the ground, declaring I would never let it go.

Kuuuuuung!

Ramiel’s corpse began to blacken as if it would turn to ash, consumed by the flames of the Manhwa Palace.

“I see….”

Derus, now indifferent to Ramiel’s corpse, fixed his gaze intently upon me before nodding slowly.

“Indeed, if ‘such a thing’ has come to pass, then there is nothing impossible in this world.”

He lowered his chin gently, saying he couldn’t understand it, but could accept it.

“Your remarkable grandson has caused me to ramble on quite unnecessarily.”

Derus gazed at Glen with a faint smile, as if he had regained his composure.

‘That damned bastard….’

I furrowed my brow, watching Derus regain his composure in an instant.

‘I thought he’d rush at me in anger.’

I had provoked him endlessly, hoping that if Derus charged forward in his fury, an opening might emerge where Glen could capture him without ascending.

But Derus had calmed his heart and mind in the blink of an eye, reclaiming his original composure.

He was truly a troublesome opponent to face. No—a malevolent spirit I had no desire to confront.

“I will reiterate: Eden and I will commence war in Camelrun one year and one month from now. Whether you stand against us or not is irrelevant—it will happen regardless.”

Derus Robert declared this as his final proclamation, closing and opening his eyes. With those words, he became enveloped in Archangel Raphael’s divine power, beginning to fade like mist. It resembled sacred magic for spatial displacement.

“Running away again? You cowardly rat! Come back down here this instant! I’ll sever that head of yours!”

Martha raised her middle finger at Derus as he vanished into light.

“No, no, please don’t! What if he actually comes back?!”

Dorian climbed onto Martha’s shoulders, desperately trying to restrain her.

“Phew, fortunately I timed it perfectly.”

Evelyn exhaled deeply, wiping the sweat from her brow. From her condition, it appeared she had expended every ounce of mana and mental fortitude to summon Glen here. She was someone I could never thank enough.

…

Glen said nothing, his gaze fixed on the light enveloping Derus Robert. He appeared conflicted, repeatedly clenching and releasing the Heavenly Sword with force, yet ultimately never raised it.

“We shall meet again on that day.”

Derus Robert smiled faintly, as if he had anticipated Glen’s decision, before transforming into white light and vanishing.

—Your sworn enemy speaks truly.

Wrath furrowed his brow, gazing up at the sky where Derus Robert had disappeared.

—He is no longer an easy opponent. I cannot fathom how much he will change in a year’s time…

He began to regard Derus Robert with the same high esteem he reserved for Glen and the Heavenly Demon.

‘You need not worry.’

I clenched my teeth and nodded firmly.

‘I know him better than anyone else in this world.’

what kind of monster Derus Robert truly was.

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“Ha….”

Glen exhaled softly as he watched Raon, who had toyed with and mocked Derus in that final moment.

‘That boy is truly something.’

The moment he heard Evelyn’s plea for help, he had come here with an iron resolve to kill Derus Robert without fail today.

Yet Derus had mastered the Heart Sword to a far greater height than anticipated, and by creating the concept of True Moon Slash—something that had never existed before—he had fought against Glen’s own blade strikes.

‘He was strong.’

Derus Robert had demonstrated such overwhelming power that no one except Glen himself or Darkan could stand against him.

Though not yet at the level of a Heavenly Demon, he seemed destined to eventually surpass Darkan and claw his way up to the realm where Glen now stood.

‘His talent couldn’t match Raon’s, but his ferocity surpassed it.’

It was astonishing how quickly—and how wickedly—a human could grow so formidable.

‘That’s where I fell into Derus’s trap.’

As Derus had said, if Glen truly wanted to ensure his death, he would need to be prepared to leave this world himself.

Derus had read all of this, and so he did not flee; instead, he sought to measure his own growth through Glen.

‘I couldn’t refute it.’

As Derus had stated, Glen was the Five Emperors’ greatest military asset.

If only he were to die and vanish from this land, there would be no one left to stand against the Heavenly Demon or the Archangel, and the balance of the Five Emperors would crumble catastrophically.

No, if Eden were to rampage before the war even began, the entire world would be engulfed in flames—that much was certain.

Because I could foresee everything that would befall this Continent after my departure, my desire to kill Derus Robert burned like a furnace, yet I could not raise the Heavenly Sword.

‘But….’

Glen Zigheart gazed at Raon’s back, a subtle smile playing across his lips.

‘You are different.’

Raon understood that this entire situation lay within the palm of Derus Robert’s hand, yet he did not retreat.

‘No, it is far more than merely refusing to retreat.’

Compared to Derus Robert, the current Raon possessed power as faint as a firefly beneath moonlight.

Yet the moment that boy witnessed the martial technique called Cham Wol Mu that Derus Robert had created to stand against him, he replicated it instantly and returned Ramiel’s corpse to its rightful place, thwarting his opponent’s design.

Astonishing genius and a boldness that stirred the heart—genuine admiration welled up within me.

‘A blessing, truly.’

That such a child could emerge from beneath someone as burdened by sin as myself brought both joy and a lingering regret that I had not cherished him sooner.

“Father-in-law.”

Glen Zigheart regarded the unconscious Lectar with a gentle smile.

“It seems our grandson is far superior to the both of us.”

He revitalized Lectar’s energy to aid his recovery and nodded in agreement.

“Grandfather!”

After securing Ramiel’s corpse firmly with his blade to prevent it from vanishing, Raon rushed toward Glen Zigheart.

“Are you alright?”
“I am unharmed.”

Glen nodded calmly. Though Derus had shaken his resolve, Raon’s presence had settled it cleanly. His mind had never been clearer.

“I’ve pushed myself hard, but fortunately I’m unharmed.”

Lectar nodded in agreement, confirming he was well enough.

“But losing an arm—a swordmaster’s lifeline….”

Glen gazed at the empty space where Lectar’s right shoulder should have been, exhaling softly.

“You’ll be fine.”

Raon gently touched the bandages wrapped around Lectar’s shoulder, shaking his head with certainty.

“Grandfather is a strong person.”
“…Yes. That’s true.”

Glen met Raon’s trusting gaze and nodded.

“I believe that too.”

I had been clinging to this world, my body and spirit anchored like a stake driven into earth by the sword, because the thought of parting from those I loved—a realization that came too late—filled me with such terror and dread.

But seeing my grandson’s excellence, and remembering the precious people still protecting the Family Estate, my resolve had finally solidified.

Once I fulfilled my role in the war that would come a year hence, I could leave this world without regret.

“Thank you.”

Glen placed a gentle hand on Raon’s shoulder, a quiet smile crossing his face.

“Thanks to you, I’ve finally made my peace.”

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