The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1229

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Chapter 1229

Whoosh!

Glen Zigheart’s feet struck the narrow peak of Bekmang Mountain—so precarious that even the slightest misstep would send him plummeting into the abyss.
As though eight wings were sprouted upon his back, he surged through the endless sky and reached the Northern Sea, where white waves crashed with relentless fury.

For an ordinary person, it would take days of sleepless travel to reach such a distant land, yet for Glen Zigheart, the time it took to drink a single cup of tea was more than sufficient.

Splash.

Glen Zigheart stepped onto the turbulent sea. The waves that had been raging like a tempest instantly calmed to the serene stillness of the Annex Lake the moment his feet touched the water.

Whoooooosh!

The Northern Sea was known as a place where no human could survive. The biting cold was inevitable, and the waves were so fierce and towering that even seasoned sailors dared not venture forth with their ships.

Yet Glen Zigheart did more than merely tread upon those savage waves—he crushed them beneath his feet as he walked toward the end of the sea, where crimson currents erupted. It was a display of power that perfectly embodied the name Pathader.

Whoosh.

With each step Glen Zigheart took, his body advanced a distance so vast it escaped the eye’s perception.
The Taehwa Walking Technique he had developed himself and transmitted to Raon could rightly be called Spatial Folding—running by folding the earth itself.

Thud.

In no time at all, Glen Zigheart reached the end of the Northern Sea and stood before the waters that erupted with crimson currents.
Even as he crushed the sea beneath his power, terrifying waves continued to assault him from all directions without end.

“So you were hiding here?”

Glen Zigheart gazed into the sea churning with dark crimson currents and let out a scoff.

“Stop wasting time. Come out.”

As he gestured with his hand, the waves before him—no, the entire Northern Sea itself—began to tremble, and colossal waterspouts erupted from all directions.

Kuwaaaaaaaah!

With an overwhelming surge of power, the vast Northern Sea split in two, and from beneath it emerged a man wreathed in blood-red aura.

Upon his head sat a crimson dragon helm adorned with ten horns of varying sizes, and his frame was so colossal that it seemed as though mountains and trees themselves were moving.

Though his appearance was impossible to overlook from any angle, what truly captured the gaze were the eyes gleaming within the helm.
Within those two pupils—appearing both black and crimson—the characters for “Tyrant” seemed to flash with each moment.

“The Heavenly Demon.”

Glen Zigheart felt his skin prickle as he sensed the Heavenly Demon’s aura, and he bit his lip slightly.

‘Indeed, this one is different.’

He has reached the same realm as I have.

Derus Robert, whom I witnessed not long ago, is undoubtedly a formidable force, yet he has not yet reached my level. I would need to risk ascension, but if I seize an opening, I could certainly kill him.

However, the Heavenly Demon standing before me now was an existence I could not guarantee victory against, even if I fought with all my strength. Truly, a difference of a single thread. It would not be strange if the outcome were determined by my physical condition and fortune on that day.

‘A bit regrettable.’

Both the Heavenly Demon and Derus Robert reject the call of heaven with the aid of beings other than humans.
Since I alone reject the heavens through my own strength, I found myself envying them somewhat.

‘Rather than power or growth…’

I could spend more time with the children.

I no longer harbored any desire for greater power. What now moved me was solely my affection for Zigheart.

‘At this moment, I believe I would not lose.’

Having solidified my once-wavering resolve, I felt certain I would never fall to the Heavenly Demon, even as my equal.

“Glen Zigheart.”

The Heavenly Demon held Glen Zigheart’s gaze and lowered his chin with weighty deliberation.

“I never expected you to summon me.”

He curled his lips upward with intrigue, and even from this single expression alone, his character seemed to lay bare before me.

“There’s no rule saying only you can call upon me.”

Glen Zigheart let out a soft chuckle and waved his hand dismissively.

“I also had things to say, so I summoned you. Though I didn’t realize you were this close.”

I narrowed my eyes as I gazed upon the Northern Sea where the Heavenly Demon stood.

‘I can’t tell whether he was truly hidden here from the beginning, or if he moved to this location.’

Even if I had ascended to the heavens, it was difficult to discern whether the Heavenly Demon had been concealed here from the start or had traveled here using Eden’s sorcery from elsewhere.

‘This one needs to be dealt with swiftly.’

Since he could appear suddenly like this and strike at Zigheart, it seemed best to end the Heavenly Demon by my own hand.

“Speak.”

The Heavenly Demon nodded calmly, as if he would accept whatever I had to say.

“You’re aware that Derus Robert is dead, aren’t you?”

Glen Zigheart lowered his brows as he gazed into the eyes within the Heavenly Demon’s helmet.

“….”

The Heavenly Demon said nothing, and his expression remained unchanged. Whether he knew or not, he seemed to show little interest in the existence called Derus Robert.

“And?”

He narrowed his eyes, prompting me to continue.

“Oma. Or rather, if we include Derus Robert, only you of the Six Demons remain. Meanwhile….”

Glen Zigheart raised his hand toward the Heavenly Demon.

“The Six Emperors still have five remaining. Even if Eden possesses the greatest military force among single factions, they will now be crushed by sheer numbers.”

He spoke as though the war had already ended before it even began, folding his fingers with leisurely ease.

“And?”

The Heavenly Demon tilted his chin, gesturing for him to continue.

“I shall grant you an opportunity.”

Glen Zigheart tilted his chin in precisely the same manner as the Heavenly Demon.

“A chance to face me in a life-or-death duel.”

Glen Zigheart offered to face Eden’s supreme existence—the Heavenly Demon—in single combat, raising his clenched fist with fingers folded. Though his hand was empty, a razor-sharp aura of blade energy bloomed from it as though he wielded an actual sword.
His hands were empty, yet a sharp energy bloomed as if he were gripping a sword.

“An opportunity…”

The Heavenly Demon slowly closed his eyes and then opened them.

“Glen Zigheart. You’re resorting to clumsy tricks.”

He let out an obvious sneer with his jaw clenched to the side.

“A madman obsessed with the path of the sword revealing clumsy schemes now—who would fall for such tricks?”

The Heavenly Demon consistently displayed calm eyes as if reading all of Glen’s thoughts.
“What did you say?”

Glen Zigheart furrowed his brow deeply, concealing the turmoil within his heart.

“Glen Zigheart.”

The Heavenly Demon called his name again, his gaze grave and penetrating.

“The greatest reason you propose this life-or-death duel to me is not for the sake of a warrior’s honor, but to protect what you possess, is it not?”

“The biggest reason you’re challenging me to a duel isn’t because of honor as a swordsman, but rather to protect what you have, isn’t it?”

He questioned whether Glen had requested the life-or-death duel not as a warrior stepping forward, but to protect Zigheart.

“Hmm….”

Glen couldn’t answer immediately, releasing only a low groan.

“If Derus Robert is truly dead as you say, then we are indeed in a disadvantageous position. But so what?”

The Heavenly Demon crossed his arms arrogantly, as though he had nothing to fear.

“There’s no need to make such a proposal to me. Simply find Eden wherever it’s hiding and launch an assault. You’ll have the advantage in both numbers and strength.”

He jutted his chin forward as if to say it would be fine to simply crush them with raw power, just as Glen had suggested.

“Glen Zigheart. What you truly want is for us not to rampage without warning. A cornered rat will bite a cat, and if we unleash the Eden Ghosts, there’s no telling what they might do.”

The Heavenly Demon twisted his lips, having read through Glen’s psychology—something Glen himself didn’t fully understand.

“That is….”

As Glen listened to the Heavenly Demon’s words, he felt a chill run through his chest.

‘Was I truly like that…?’

Watching Raon’s battle, he had thought he wanted to end his life as a warrior with dignity.

But hearing the Heavenly Demon’s words, it seemed he had been more concerned with the children of Zigheart living in the present moment than with his own life as a warrior.

‘He’s right….’

That monster’s words were correct.

After witnessing Raon defeat Derus Robert and collapse, he had decided to settle things with the Heavenly Demon, hoping that the children of Zigheart would suffer no further injuries and live only in happiness.

If only the Heavenly Demon died, Eden would be nothing more than a scattered rabble.

But that was not a sound plan.

‘If I had fought the Heavenly Demon like this….’

Glen bit his lip as he recalled the outcome of his battle with the Heavenly Demon.

‘It’s not absolute, but the odds of losing are growing larger.’

Just moments ago, he had believed he would never lose, yet he hadn’t even realized what his own emotions truly were.

Though they stood at the same realm and walked the same path of the sword, one had failed to properly awaken to his emotions while the other fought solely to prove his martial prowess—from the very beginning, the scales of fate were already tilted, and it would be no exaggeration to say so.

“Still, it’s good.”

The Heavenly Demon nodded calmly.

“What…?”

Glen’s head snapped up in alarm upon hearing the Heavenly Demon’s words.

“I’ll fall for that clumsy scheme of yours. I too have something I wish to prove after defeating the North Destruction King.”

The Heavenly Demon nodded heavily, agreeing to Glen’s proposal for a one-on-one duel to the death. His bearing was the very embodiment of the sword path that all warriors dreamed of.

“However, the date remains unchanged.”

The Heavenly Demon uncrossed his arms and raised his hand. The muscles of his inhuman, thick forearms rippled.

“I have been harmonizing my body, spirit, and martial prowess for the day I crush you.”

He said that he had been refining his martial power with only the date Derus Robert had set in mind.

“What do you say?”

The Heavenly Demon narrowed his eyes, indicating he would accept those terms.

“….”

Glen gazed into the Heavenly Demon’s eyes, which blazed with savage intensity like a beast’s, and slowly nodded.

“Very well. Let us settle everything on that day.”
“Before all eyes, the strongest on the Continent shall be determined.”

The Heavenly Demon clenched his fist with thick fingers like tree roots, radiating absolute confidence. The mere act of closing his hand caused the Northern Sea to tremble as if seized by terror, the waters parting in all directions.

“The Eden Ghosts will remain motionless until that day, as you desire. However….”

The Heavenly Demon slowly turned his back, as though returning to where he had come from.

“I will not control the rabble outside.”

The Heavenly Demon waved his hand dismissively, indicating he would take no responsibility for the spirits dwelling beyond these walls.

“The rabble outside?”
“While I was training, there were a few who left without permission.”

The Heavenly Demon scoffed, noting that these spirits bore monsters within them and thus obeyed poorly.

“Then we shall see on that day.”

With those final words, he erupted into crimson flames and vanished into the frigid depths of the Northern Sea.

“Hmm….”

Glen Zigheart chewed his lips as he recalled the Heavenly Demon’s words.

‘He calibrated his power for that day….’

The Heavenly Demon had said he was refining his body, spirit, and martial techniques for the day he would face Glen Zigheart.

The fact that he would not control the Eden Ghosts outside spoke to his sincerity—a stark contrast to Glen Zigheart’s own path of nurturing and supporting his juniors, including Raon.

“The odds aren’t merely tilted in his favor….”

Glen Zigheart clenched his teeth, tension building in his fingertips.

“I would have been destined to lose.”

The Heavenly Demon seemed willing to sacrifice everything for the day of their confrontation. In his gaze, Glen Zigheart had sensed an overwhelming hunger to win.

Had he fought a life-or-death battle without knowing this, his defeat at the Heavenly Demon’s hands would have been inevitable.

The Heavenly Demon seemed to have offered advice that wasn’t quite advice, for he had no desire to see such a hollow outcome.

“Sigh….”

Glen furrowed his brow as he recalled the tyrannical path the Heavenly Demon had shown him.

Whoooooosh!

Golden flames erupted skyward from the direction of the Zigheart Annex—the sword of his grandson, capturing the heavens with the Heaven-Piercing Sword technique he had taught him.

“Encouragement, then.”

Raon must have known he was meeting with the Heavenly Demon and displayed that swordwork as a show of support.

“Yes.”

Glen clenched his fist again with trembling hands, his pride wounded.

“If I begin anew, so be it. But I will not abandon the resolve I have made.”

He grasped the Jincheon Sword at his waist lightly, a serene smile crossing his face.

“I must return to my origins. To origins far, far distant.”

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