The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1222

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Chapter 1222

Screeeech!

The black cloak Derus Robert wore was torn diagonally, and crimson blood cascaded from his chest.

“Ugh….”

Derus Robert’s lips trembled as vertical wrinkles etched across his forehead, betraying his shock at the blow.

“Didn’t I tell you?”

I smiled coldly and flicked my right hand, the one wielding the divine blade.

“That I could do it.”

Had I still been at Zigheart, even with Glen’s help, I could never have landed a blade on Derus Robert. An ocean wider than any sea had stood between us.

‘But coming here allowed me to build a ship capable of crossing that ocean.’

The Ring of Fire had ascended to the Tenth Star, and my overall power had grown comprehensively.
My swordsmanship had reached new heights, my physical abilities had strengthened, and my mental fortitude had become incomparably greater than before.

Though a colossal wall still stood between Derus Robert and me, the ten rings had granted me the ability to carve scars into that towering barrier.

“Hmm. Not bad at all.”

Glen nodded calmly, as if my swordsmanship had been adequate. Yet his earlobes had flushed crimson—a telltale sign of his genuine satisfaction.

“It’s thanks to you, Grandfather.”

I bowed slightly toward Glen.

“I could never have cut him down alone.”

Derus Robert is a monster possessing enough power to reach even Glen Zigheart.
No matter how much I’ve stepped into a new realm, I cannot inflict a fatal wound while still in an unstabilized state.
The fact that I managed to sever Derus Robert’s chest just now was thanks to Glen opening the path with the same Sky Piercing Sword.

“Really?”

Glen seemed pleased with my answer and smacked his lips slowly.

-Wow, this old geezer is showing what shamelessness truly means even at a moment like this!

Wrath let out a long breath of admiration, moving beyond mere astonishment.

“Kekekeke.”

Derus Robert roughly wiped away the blood flowing from his chest with his palm and chuckled.

“I’ve heard that the Northern Destruction King’s affection for his grandson is extraordinary, but this exceeds my expectations!”

He nodded slowly, remarking that it was surprising he’d even been given an external mission.

“I want to slaughter him completely!”

Derus Robert’s pupils gleamed coldly as he scratched at the wound on his chest with his fingernails. Watching his lips writhe like a beast’s, it seemed he harbored sinister thoughts born from his rage.

‘That bastard….’

I felt the malice and murderous intent reflected in Derus Robert’s eyes and my shoulders trembled slightly.

‘He’s still in a frenzy.’

Derus Robert is a man so cold-blooded that emotions barely exist within him.
But with Archangel Raphael dead, the Celestial Realm destroyed, and this headquarters finally exposed, his reason seemed to have shattered.

‘This is my chance.’

Derus Robert didn’t show it openly, but he was losing his reason and running rampant.
If I could inflict just one more serious wound on him now, I could lead this war to perfect victory.

“Grandfather!”

Raon stood with his Divine Sword and Demonic Sword planted before him, their weight seeming to have increased slightly as he regarded Glen Zigheart.

“Understood. But precisely in times like these, we must be even more cautious.”

Glen shared the same thoughts, yet his eyes narrowed with a sharp intensity—a silent warning that they must not fall into Derus Robert’s trap.

“Yes. I will be careful.”

Raon resonated his ten rings of fire and wielded his aura at maximum capacity as he nodded.

*Whoosh.*

Glen also drew forth the maximum force he could currently display, raising his upper body slightly.

“I’ll advance first. Break through his defenses again like before.”

Without another word, he surged forward toward Derus Robert.

*BOOM!*

Crimson lightning bloomed above Glen’s Divine Sword, shattering the thick ceiling and erupting toward the sky.
The heavens trembled as though they might collapse, and deeper crimson thunder rained down, engulfing Derus Robert’s headquarters—which was already shrouded in darkness—in a brilliant scarlet glow. It was the final technique of Heavenly Thunder Strike: Absolute Lightning Moment.

“Ugh!”

Whether due to his injuries or the terrifying power of the Heavenly Thunder Strike, Derus Robert could not meet it directly. Instead, he twisted his blade to deflect the lightning downward.

‘Here…’

Raon read the flow of Glen’s swordsmanship and kicked the battlefield burning with lightning. He charged straight toward Derus Robert with the Divine Sword held high and the Demonic Sword held low.

“The same way with lightning strikes!”

Once again, Glen had opened a path for Derus to strike, so the best course of action was to deploy the same Heavenly Thunder Attack to ride the flow of his momentum.

Get out of here!

Derus Robert unleashed a sword strike imbued with death that was chillingly sharp, but the wall of lightning that Glen deployed blocked his blade.

BOOM!

I surged forward along the path of lightning that Glen had carved open, driving my blade toward Derus Robert’s left side where his wound had deepened. The Taehwa Blade, wreathed in crimson lightning, moved with a speed that even I found astonishing.

“What?”

The instant Derus Robert’s eyes widened at that velocity, I crossed the positions of the divine and demonic swords I held symmetrically, swinging them in a devastating arc.

Heavenly Thunder Technique, Absolute Strike—Nine Palace Formation.

Adding my own interpretation to the foundational form of the Heavenly Thunder Technique, which was originally executed with a single blade, I targeted both Derus Robert’s neck and heart simultaneously.

“Fast, but…”

Derus Robert’s contorted face relaxed. He scattered the fury burning in his eyes like smoke, revealing a chilling coldness beneath.

“Weak!”

As if he had been waiting for this very moment, Derus Robert received Glen’s lightning strike on his back and thrust his blackly burning blade toward my chest.

‘No way…’

I gritted my teeth, watching Derus’s blade writhe toward me like a serpent.

‘Was it all an act?’

I knew how Derus Robert reacted when he was truly enraged.
He had shown me his genuine anger just moments before, but it seemed he had been concealing a cold rationality behind it all along.

Whoosh!

The deep wound that had formed on Derus Robert’s chest stopped bleeding and closed in an instant. Even his refusal to heal the sword marks I had carved seemed to have been part of the deception.

‘He’s planning to endure my blade and Grandfather’s blade with his body, then kill me with his counterattack.’

Derus Robert appeared intent on withstanding my initial assault through his unwavering body and spirit, along with his inhuman regeneration, before launching a fatal counterattack.

‘Good.’

Raon clenched his teeth and resonated the ring of fire.

‘Then I’ll stake my life on this too!’

If I retreated now, I wouldn’t even land a proper attack before fleeing and losing my head. In a desperate situation like this, breaking through forward was the only right choice.

Boom!

Raon poured all his physical and mental power into the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword, pushing off with the tips of his feet.

Crash!

Falling from above and rising from below, the Heavenly Thunder Strike’s Nine Palace Formation tore through Derus Robert’s shoulders and waist with brutal force.
It was a wound that should have severed his upper body in half, but the ominous death energy flowing from his body prevented the result I most desired.

“Now it’s my turn.”

Derus Robert showed no sign of pain as he smiled eerily and extended his sword toward Raon’s chest.

“Not yet.”

Raon surged forward once more. At point-blank range, breathing in the foul stench of death emanating from Derus Robert, I released the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword from my hands, their positions now reversed from the start.

“You madman!”

Derus Robert gasped in disbelief that I would charge forward one more time.

Whoooosh!

The Divine Sword and Demonic Sword, freed from my hands, spun in an instant and blazed with brilliant light.
Simultaneously, the two legendary blades unfolded. The ultimate technique of Divine-Demonic Harmony—the Crimson-Azure Undefeated—connected by soul clashed against Derus Robert’s sword, which carried death itself.

Boom!

The flames carrying death and the sword forged from sun and moonlight collided, twisting heaven and earth, and the space where Derus had been hiding sank beneath the ground.
Black mist engulfed the surroundings, and on the bizarre battlefield where lava erupted, three figures exhaled breaths of different colors.

“Haa…haa…”

I wiped the blood trickling from my lips and turned my gaze toward Glen on my right.

“Thank you, Grandfather.”

Even after unleashing the Heavenly Crimson Technique moments ago, I had nearly been overwhelmed by Derus Robert’s blade—my chest nearly rupturing from the force. Only because Glen had brought down his Lightning Sword did I manage to survive.
Of course, exposure to the aura of death had left me with countless wounds both large and small, but that was far preferable to having my chest burst open.

“…That’s precisely why I told you to be careful.”

Glen rotated his left wrist, his brow furrowing. Something clearly displeased him, and his expression had grown noticeably rigid.

“My apologies. I genuinely believed I had lost my reason.”

I bit my lips as I observed Derus Robert, who appeared colder than ever before.

“You nearly did.”

Derus Robert nodded calmly.

“But I am not always in that position either. Raon, just like you.”

He drew a chilling smile, as if confirming that he had feigned the loss of reason to draw me in.

“What a shame. Had I killed you just now, your grandfather would have come to me of his own accord.”

Derus Robert clapped his hands softly, as though lamenting the missed opportunity.

“Of course, the outcome will be the same afterward.”

He had now fully returned to his original state, his lips curling upward.

‘What is this….’

I narrowed my eyes as I observed the wounds visible across Derus Robert’s chest, shoulders, and waist.

‘The wounds are healing immediately.’

Derus Robert had not received any recovery magic, and while he was merely preventing the wounds from widening through the aura of death, the sword marks across his chest and shoulders were slowly vanishing.

‘No, the wounds aren’t healing—they’re disappearing entirely.’

As if time itself were being rewound, Derus Robert’s injuries vanished without a trace. It was a form of recovery I had never witnessed before.

-That monster has truly transcended humanity.

Wrath clicked his tongue in disbelief.

-However, it is not without flaw. The aura he possesses has diminished considerably.

He noted that because of that recovery method, the death aura Derus Robert wielded had dissipated, his jaw tightening.

“There’s no need for alarm.”

Glen shook his head calmly.

“An ability of that magnitude demands an enormous expenditure of power.”

He too, like Wrath, noted that Derus Robert had consumed vast amounts of energy, his brow furrowing.

“True. But…”

Derus Robert tilted his chin toward me and Glen.

“My power will never run dry here. Everything around us is suffused with death aura.”

He swept his hand across the black mist beneath his feet, a cruel smile spreading across his lips.

“Glen Zigheart. Perhaps you should reveal your true strength now?”

Derus Robert raised a finger toward Glen.

“You might lose your precious grandson if you continue to hold back.”

He mocked Glen, urging him to abandon restraint and unleash his full power.

“You’re aware that you were fortunate just now.”

Derus Robert folded his fingers, stating that had the lightning barrier not been laid beforehand, I would have perished in that last clash.

“Hmm….”

Glen Zigheart furrowed his brow without responding, unable to refute Derus Robert’s mockery. He clenched and unclenched the hand gripping the Heavenly Sword, his hesitation evident.

“….”

I watched Derus Robert provoke Glen Zigheart, clicking my tongue softly.

‘Why is he trying to draw out Grandfather’s full power?’

If Glen Zigheart revealed his true strength, Derus Robert would have no escape. I couldn’t understand why he was provoking him, deliberately pulling himself into a disadvantageous battle.

‘Because he can recover? Even so, against the true Heavenly Sword… Ah!’

I let out a small gasp, observing the buildings and earth permeated with the aura of death.

‘Now I understand.’

Derus Robert’s true intention was….

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