The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1250

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Chapter 1250

Whoooosh!

Lunan Slion stepped forward with a silvery footwork technique, pushing the Battlefield itself backward. In an instant, she repositioned herself behind the Robed Figure and drove a frostbitten blade—honed to a razor’s edge—downward with lethal precision.

“Ugh!”

The Robed Figure let out a sharp cry and spun his body with violent urgency. By the narrowest margin, he deflected Lunan’s blade strike, then kicked off from a tree and bounded far away.

“Really….”

Lunan exhaled heavily, unable to suppress the mounting frustration, and pursued the Robed Figure relentlessly. She tore through the Forest with footwork so rapid her vision blurred, yet the Robed Figure exploited the terrain masterfully and remained beyond her grasp.
She charged through the Forest with footwork so swift that her vision blurred, but the Robed Figure eluded capture by skillfully using the terrain to his advantage.

“Stop running away…”

As soon as Lunan Slion broke through the Forest, he saw the brown Field spread out before him and bit his lip until it bled.

“Just die already…”

She unleashed a sword strike toward the Robed Figure who slipped silently between the reeds like a wild animal, completely masking his presence.

Crash! Bang! Boom!

The Battlefield struck by Lunan Slion’s sword strike froze pure white, and the reeds that had been swaying in the wind hardened as if time itself had stopped.

“Ugh!”

The Robed Figure screamed as he burst out of the reed field, but still
Boom boom boom boom!

The Robed Figure, judging that terrain could no longer aid him, began tearing across the Field at full power. Moving at a speed invisible to the eye—faster than any he had shown until now—he raced across the Battlefield.

“Ha….”

“Sigh…”

Lunan gritted her teeth sharply, bending her knees and lowering her upper body. She was preparing to resume her footwork to pursue the Robed Figure to the very end.

CRASH!

Two figures holding swords descended in front of Lunan, separating her from her target.

“That’s far enough!”

Martha blocked Lunan’s path and shook her head firmly.

“Stop chasing.”

She tightened her grip on her sword, making it clear she would not tolerate any further reckless individual action.

“Martha’s right.”

Burren stood beside Martha and nodded calmly.

“I never thought I’d hear myself say Martha’s right, but right now, she isn’t wrong.”

He too blocked Lunan’s path forward, telling her not to pursue the Robed Figure.

“Why…?”

Lunan lifted her darkened eyes, clearly unable to comprehend their reasoning.

“They’re enemies…. And from Eden….”

She watched the Robed Figure’s back disappearing beyond Martha and Burren, her lips trembling with barely contained fury.

“You saw it too….”

Lunan exhaled a breath laden with killing intent.

“They all must… be slain….”

She bared her white teeth, insisting that every single one of the Eden Ghosts must be eliminated without exception.

“True. I agree with that.”

Martha nodded in agreement with Lunan’s words.

“Then step aside….”

Lunan gripped her sword tightly, the sound ringing out as she declared she would end this herself.

“No, that won’t work.”

Martha shook her head calmly, even as she met Lunan’s fierce gaze.

“That creature….”

She pointed to the Robed Figure, who hadn’t fled completely but was hiding at a distance, regulating his breathing.

“…is luring you in.”

Martha furrowed her brow, realizing the Eden Executive in the robe was deliberately drawing Lunan forward.

“I felt it clearly from watching behind.”

Burren exhaled a low sigh.

“That creature maintained a distance where you seemed about to catch him but never quite could, leading you all the way here. He’s openly baiting you.”

He shared Martha’s suspicion, his eyes narrowing at the Robed Figure.

“A lure, you say….”

Lunan clicked her tongue sharply.

“I know…. But still… I have to catch him….”

Regardless of whether it was a trap or not, she released a chilling aura of killing intent, determined to seize the Robed Figure.

“I said no!”

Martha stomped her foot in frustration, her surging emotions causing the Battlefield itself to tremble as if struck by an earthquake.

“Do you know what’s there?!”

Martha snorted like an enraged bull, her nostrils flaring.

“The swordsmen who died at the perimeter couldn’t even resist—they were stabbed from behind, and their bodies were already decomposing! There could be a martial artist who has transcended, or a sorcerer of comparable rank!”

She shook her head vehemently, insisting that Lunan must not venture beyond Zigheart’s boundaries.

“Whatever… is out there… doesn’t matter….”

Lunan parted her sun-dried, tan lips.

“I… can kill them all….”

She raised her sword, radiating unwavering confidence in her own power.

“Damn it, she’s impossible to reason with!”

Martha couldn’t contain herself and bellowed in exasperation.

“Lunan.”

Burren stepped forward, placing a hand on Martha’s shoulder.

“Our mission isn’t to annihilate Eden, but to protect the Bi-Yeon Society. We don’t need to pursue the enemy—we simply guard them until the Society’s agents complete their investigation.”

He spoke with logical clarity, shaking his head.

“Especially since that bastard is clearly trying to lure us out. We should withdraw from here. In fact, we’ve already ventured too far.”

Burren’s eyes shifted as he noted they had strayed considerably beyond Zigheart’s perimeter.

“As Vice Commander, I order you. The Wanyeol Unit Commander must withdraw immediately and rejoin the inspection.”

Now he spoke not as a friend, but as Vice Commander, issuing a direct command.

“Hmm….”

Lunan couldn’t ignore Burren’s directive as Vice Commander and lowered her sword, her eyes narrowing in displeasure.

“Now she’s finally listening to reason.”

Martha shrugged her shoulders.

“Think about Raon too, not just us.”

She sighed, imagining what Raon would say if he saw the current state of things.

“Raon….”

The moment Martha mentioned Raon’s name to Lunan, her eyes blazed with simultaneous flashes of violet and black light. The atmosphere around her shifted, carrying both gloom and clarity at once.

“Hm…?”

Martha tilted her head in confusion at Lunan’s strange transformation.

Ssssshhhhh.

The Robed Figure, who had been standing at a distance, approached the center of the frozen field and slipped a hand into his robe.

“Be careful!”
“Don’t let your guard down.”

Martha and Burren raised their weapons toward the Robed Figure, their vigilance sharpening.

But what the Robed Figure held in his hand was not a weapon—it was a flower crown woven from multiple blossoms.
The crown was crude, as if made by a child, and strangely, all the flowers were soaked in blood, giving them a crimson hue.

“Flowers?”
“Why a flower crown?”

Martha and Burren’s eyes widened at the unexpected object.

“It doesn’t even seem to be an artifact. Why would he….”

Martha furrowed her brow, unable to make sense of it no matter how hard she tried.

“Stay alert.”

Burren exhaled slowly.

“It could be an object imbued with sorcery.”

He gestured cautiously toward the rear, signaling them to fall back.

“Lunan. Retreat as we discussed earlier. All the way back to Budnew Village… huh?”

Burren Zigheart was in the midst of ordering Lunan Slion to withdraw.

“Haah….”

Lunan Slion’s breathing grew ragged as she stared at the ornamental crown held in the Robed Figure’s grasp. She seemed to have forgotten Burren Zigheart’s command and Martha’s words, preparing instead to charge forward.

“That crown….”

Lunan Slion bit her lip hard as she gazed at the crude-looking ornamental crown.

“He killed them… that monster… those children too….”

Her lifeless black eyes suddenly blazed with an intensity and anguish that seemed almost desperate. The transformation was so profound it felt as though she had become a different person entirely.

“Children? What are you talking about right now!”

Martha kept her blade trained on the Robed Figure while fixing her gaze on Lunan Slion.

“Get ahold of yourself!”

She seized Lunan Slion’s shoulders and shook her forcefully.

“Is it sorcery?”

Burren Zigheart narrowed his eyes as he studied Lunan Slion’s condition.

“No, I didn’t sense any mana flow.”

He bit his lip, suspecting that the ornamental crown in the Robed Figure’s hand was the culprit.

“That damned dwarf is playing dirty!”

Martha spat out her frustration as she glared at the Robed Figure.

Crack!

Lunan Slion knocked Martha’s hand away roughly.

“Move.”

She spoke without her usual drawn-out cadence, her words clipped and resolute.

“Wh…?”
“L-Lunan….”

Not only Martha, but Burren Zigheart’s eyes widened in shock.

“That crown was something I received.”

Lunan Slion ground her teeth, determined to kill that Robed Figure no matter what.

“I can’t allow it!”

Martha shook her head firmly, refusing to let her go.

“Neither can I. I can’t send a comrade—no, a friend—to their death knowing what awaits them.”

Burren Zigheart pressed his foot hard against the Battlefield, unwilling to retreat.

“Then I’ll fight my way through.”

Lunan Slion shook her head, refusing to back down, her eyes beginning to redden with desperation.

“This is absolutely infuriating.”

Martha ground her teeth, her sword raised, seething with frustration.

“I’ll make sure you pay dearly for this.”

She clicked her tongue at Lunan Slion, as if to say they’d settle this later.

“Your words have come true, Martha.”

Burren chuckled softly and shook his head at Martha.

“I hope the outcome matches our expectations.”

He raised his sword, saying he had no further wishes as long as the ending was favorable.

“….”

Lunan Slion showed no sign of retreating, leveling her frost-laden blade at both Burren and Martha.

“Come at me!”
“I thought I could fight Martha with genuine intent, but Lunan Slion? This is truly unexpected.”

Martha and Burren steadied their breathing, their bodies primed for combat.

“Don’t interfere. You’ll get hurt if you do.”

Lunan Slion’s entire body shimmered with silver light as snow poured from the sky and the Battlefield began to freeze over in pristine white. When she fully unleashed her power, it seemed she could even command the very weather itself.

Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack!

The snowflakes Lunan Slion conjured possessed power exceeding that of sword strikes—each one shattered the earth and froze it solid, while the frost blooming from the ground exhaled a merciless cold that could imprison even the souls of living beings.
She gazed down upon Burren and Martha with the terrifying majesty of a goddess of the frozen wastes.

Boom!

As Martha’s left foot struck the ground at a right angle, magma-like heat erupted from the earth, obliterating the cold Lunan Slion had unleashed.

“I haven’t been idle either. Though it’s a bit early….”

She tilted her chin upward and exhaled a frigid breath.

“I’ll break you.”

Martha’s cold smile promised certainty.

“And I’m going to beat that damned bastard to death.”

She directed a murky killing intent toward the Robed Figure, who seemed to be enjoying the spectacle.

“Haa….”

Burren Zigheart exhaled hot breath while gripping his sword with both hands. The snow flowers and cold air that had been closing in around him shattered like they’d been cleaved by his blade, melting away. With a sharpness as if a human had transformed into a sword, even the air of this battlefield seemed to split apart.

“Let’s see how far Father’s training can take me.”

Burren, brimming with confidence, unleashed an aura that matched Lunan Slion’s—now transformed into the goddess of ice—without yielding an inch.

Kuguguguguguguuu!

The auras of Lunan Slion, Martha, and Burren Zigheart collided at the center of the field, and the sky transformed into three colors as the earth itself began to crack as if the very axis of the world were crumbling.

Boom!

The moment the three types of auras clashed and brilliant sparks erupted, Lunan Slion leaped between Burren Zigheart and Martha. From her blade, silken threads of frost bloomed, pressing down upon the space between the two.

Sizzzzzzle!

Just before Lunan Slion’s assault could touch their skin, Martha and Burren Zigheart both unsheathed their blades. Martha’s heavy sword strike pushed back the frost, while Burren Zigheart’s sharp blade ruthlessly split the cold air asunder.

The three warriors exchanged sword strikes brimming with killing intent, each seeking an opening in the other’s defense.

Kwaaaaaaang!

As the clash of swordsmen standing before the Wall of Transcendence continued, a powerful wind swept across the field.

The robe worn by the Eden Executive who had brought Lunan Slion to this place was slightly blown away by the piercing wind, sharp as the North Wind itself.

“Aah….”

The small-framed man wearing a forest rabbit helmet—not a monster—trembled in his jaw and let out a whimpering sound.

“Lunan….”

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