The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1268

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Chapter 1268

“….”

I narrowed my eyes to thin slits as I regarded the helmeted woman who called herself Sageomryeong.

‘Formidable.’

The moment I laid eyes on this beautiful woman in her helmet, a single thought crystallized: she was strong. Among all the warriors I had encountered thus far, she ranked among the most formidable.
The weight of her title as Cheonma’s Disciple, combined with the overwhelming aura I had sensed on the mountain, proved far more intense than I had anticipated—enough to send a chill down my spine.

‘I naturally assumed she would be male.’

A woman, of all things.

Cheonma’s Disciple was not merely wearing a beautiful helmet—she was genuinely a slender woman.
When I had heard from Muk Hyungsa that Cheonma’s Disciple existed and felt that overwhelming presence, I had instinctively assumed male without question. To discover she was a lithe woman caught me somewhat off guard.

“Are you truly Cheonma’s Disciple?”

I tilted my chin slightly, concealing my bewilderment with composure.

“The Heavenly Demon exists in this world utterly alone.”

The helmeted woman slowly closed her eyes, then opened them.

“There are only those who follow him of their own accord. No disciple of his exists in this world.”

She shook her head coldly, as if denying she was Cheonma’s Disciple.

“Hmm…?”

I furrowed my brow and turned to look at Muk Hyungsa.

“She just says that! In reality, she received the Heavenly Demon’s teachings!”

Muk Hyungsa waved both hands, insisting the helmeted woman was lying.

“Everyone acknowledges that we are all disciples of the Heavenly Demon, yet you alone refuse to admit it?”

He threw a punch into the empty air as if to say I would understand once we fought.

“Muk Hyungsa. Did you bring these people here?”

Cheonma’s Disciple fixed a cold gaze upon Muk Hyungsa, her voice dripping with frost.

“No! I’m only being held here because I don’t want to die!”

Muk Hyungsa shook his head vigorously, insisting he was being held captive by Raon.

“And you are Cheonma’s Disciple! Just admit it already!”

He snorted derisively at Cheonma’s Disciple.

“Cheonma’s Disciple, you say… Now that I think about it, there may have been one.”

A woman wearing a beautiful helmet stepped forward.

“Raon Zigheart. She is a woman you know well.”

She looked up at me and exhaled a frigid breath.

“Are you speaking of Sia Zigheart?”

I bit my lip slightly as I spoke Sia’s name.

‘My sister cannot remember, but Father said she had been with the Heavenly Demon.’

Sia had lost all her memories from when she lived as the Green-haired Queen, but Father had told me she spent time with the Heavenly Demon. Hearing this woman in the beautiful mask speak, it seemed Sia truly had learned from the Heavenly Demon.

“That is correct.”

The woman wearing the beautiful helmet nodded calmly.

“If there is a disciple of the Heavenly Demon, she would likely be the only one. She possessed talent that even the Heavenly Demon acknowledged.”

She spoke without emotion, merely stating facts as she mentioned the Heavenly Demon and Sia.

-No, from what I can see, that woman appears to be Cheonma’s Disciple.

Wrath furrowed his brow as certainty settled over him.

‘How could you possibly know that?’
-Because I sense that arrogant bastard’s aura emanating from her.
‘Arrogant?’

I tilted my head, not understanding Wrath’s words.

‘Could it be….’
-Pride! That fool carries the aura of the Lord of Arrogance, Pride himself!

Wrath gritted his teeth, sensing the presence of Pride, the monarch of arrogance, emanating from Cheonma’s Disciple just as it did from the Heavenly Demon.

‘Indeed….’

I lowered my brows as I observed Cheonma’s Disciple again.

‘There’s definitely an aura different from ordinary humans.’

The chasm between the Heavenly Demon and myself was too vast for me to properly sense the presence of arrogance, but from Cheonma’s Disciple emanated an aura that no ordinary human could ever possess.
A power distinct from the fighting spirit inherited from monsters. An ominous presence that only one who had honed humanity’s most negative emotions could wield.

‘It’s clearly different from the authorities I possess.’

Pride, true to its name, pressed down upon me as if it sought to crush everything in this world.
Without the power of the other Demon Lords, I felt I might have unknowingly bowed before that woman.

-But….

Something nagged at him, and he smacked his lips thoughtfully.

-The face carved into that helmet… I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere before.

Wrath scratched his head, certain he had seen the beautiful face depicted on the helmet worn by Cheonma’s Disciple somewhere before.

‘Anyway, it’s not helping.’

If I could identify what helmet that woman is wearing, it would be tremendously helpful. But as always, the Demon Lords proved utterly useless.

“Cheonma’s Disciple, what’s your name?”

I stepped forward like Cheonma’s Disciple, tilting my chin upward. I displayed an arrogance that surpassed even the power of Pride itself, my gaze descending upon her.

“Sageomryeong.”

Cheonma’s Disciple parted her crimson lips, her hand resting on the sword at her waist.

“Call me Sageomryeong.”

She nodded, insisting that I address her not as Cheonma’s Disciple, but as Sageomryeong.

“Sageomryeong, then….”

I murmured the name Sageomryeong, my eyes narrowing.

‘It’s an ominous name, more so than it appears.’

Sageomryeong meant the spirit of a sword that summons death. Spirits were inherently pure beings, yet the addition of “summoning death” cast an even more sinister sensation that rippled through my entire body.

“Why did Zigheart’s sword master enter the Eastern Mountain Base? And moreover….”

Sageomryeong gripped her sword with slender fingers, lifting her cool eyes.

“By breaking through the back gate and slaughtering the beasts guarding the Eastern Mountain Base.”

Her voice dropped low, and a terrifying killing intent erupted from her.

“Hmm….”
“S-such killing intent exists….”

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall began to pale under the overwhelming aura radiating from Sageomryeong.

“Phew….”
“Is there another woman this formidable?”

Burren Zigheart activated his Cutting Wind technique to withstand Sageomryeong’s aura, while Martha, having discovered a new objective, broke into cold sweat yet licked her lips with anticipation.

“….”

Lunan Slion stood firm without retreating even as he directly met the overwhelming aura of the formidable Sageomryeong, his hand gently steadying Seolhwa. His posture radiated an unwavering resolve to protect Gwangpung Hall against any assault.

“To meet the Heavenly Demon.”

I lowered my gaze calmly, aware that Gwangpung Hall was struggling beneath the weight of Sageomryeong’s aura, yet taking no special countermeasures.

“You’re the leader of Eden now, aren’t you? Whether you’re the Heavenly Demon’s Disciple or not doesn’t matter. Simply tell me where the Heavenly Demon is, and that’s all.”

I flicked my finger, promising to leave this Eastern Mountain Base if she revealed the Heavenly Demon’s location.

“To meet the Heavenly Demon, you say….”

Sageomryeong let out a hollow laugh and nodded her head.

“So you destroyed the sacred back gate of this holy land and slaughtered our guardians for that reason? Then I absolutely
cannot let you leave.”

She drew the sword at her waist, declaring that she could not allow Gwangpung Hall to leave after breaking the one-year armistice agreement. A pitch-black blade that absorbed all light emanated an chillingly cold killing intent.
It was a sword perfectly suited to her epithet as Sageomryeong.
It was a sword that suited the alias “Sageomryeong” far too well.

“Speak. Tell me why you’re looking for the Heavenly Demon.”

Sageomryeong unleashed an even more terrifying aura than before, as if threatening to strike immediately if she didn’t reveal her reason for seeking the Heavenly Demon. Under the force of her aura, Eden’s sky, which had been only blue, turned pitch black and split apart, while a heavy tremor surged up from the Battlefield.

Cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo!

Yet not a single one knelt or bowed. Their resolve was clear—they would rather suffocate to death than yield to Eden.
Not a single one of them knelt down or bowed their body. Even if they were to suffocate and die like this, their resolve was clear—they would not bend to Eden.

Phew!

As Raon raised one arm, the energy wave from Sageomryeong, who had been pressuring Gwangpung, subsided as if washed away.

“Of course there’s a reason. It’s just….”

Seeing Sageomryeong’s cold eyes flash, I twisted my lips.

“You don’t deserve to hear that. Just tell me where the Heavenly Demon is.”

I lifted my chin without explaining my reasons to Sageomryeong.

“Ha….”

Sageomryeong’s patience had worn thin. She bit her lip and swung her black sword.

“I never thought today would be the day I killed Zigheart’s Sword Master.”

She radiated a chilling killing intent, confident she could defeat me.

“Then let’s make a wager.”

I released my grip on the Heavenly Sword and raised my finger.

“If I defeat you, you tell me where the Heavenly Demon is. If you defeat me, I’ll tell you why I’m searching for the Heavenly Demon.”

I proposed we bet on what each of us wanted to know, tilting my chin upward.

“….”

Sageomryeong narrowed her eyes, curious about what I was thinking.

“Fine.”

After considering it, she nodded with confidence.

“But if you die, who will tell me the reason?”
“Our Vice-Patriarch will tell you.”

I chuckled and pointed at Burren Zigheart.

“Or you could ask this one.”

I pushed the trembling Bearwolf Sorcerer forward with a shrug.

“Of course, that won’t be necessary.”

I beckoned to Sageomryeong with a finger flick, inviting her to come at me with everything she had.

“If I die, the master of that tower will descend and reveal the Heavenly Demon’s location.”

Sageomryeong didn’t fall for my provocation, instead spinning her blade faster as if to say I should do my worst.

“Then let’s begin.”

The moment those words left her lips, she bent her upper body forward deeply and aimed her sword like an arrow nocked in a bowstring.

Whoooosh!

Before I could even feel the earth trembling, Sageomryeong’s blade was already descending toward my face.

‘Fast.’

I let out a breath of admiration as I raised the Heavenly Sword to meet it.

Whoooosh!

In that instant, her black blade moved with an eerie fluidity like a serpent climbing a tree, slipping past my defensive stance and pressing inward.

Clang!

As if to end it all with a single stroke, Sageomryeong thrust her blade straight at my throat.

Screeeech!

I remained unruffled by her swift, ferocious, and unpredictable strikes, calmly raising my blade to intercept.

Clannnng!

Flames erupted from the Heavenly Sword’s blade, forming an iron wall of fire that blocked her strike. It was the Manhwagong’s flame wall technique—one that could shatter and deflect an enemy’s blade.

But something unexpected happened.

Sizzzzle!

Sageomryeong’s blade tore through the crimson flames of the Flame Wall and clashed against the Heavenly Sword.
Though no wound was inflicted, it meant the black sword’s power was far sharper and more formidable than anticipated.

“Unlike your boastful words, your blade still falls short.”

Sageomryeong rushed forward with a scornful laugh. Her movements were ethereal as if riding the wind itself, and her swordsmanship was so keen it could cleave through flames.
The absolute power befitting her name, amplified by the formation’s strength, displayed an invincible sword force.

Clang clang clang clang clang!

I parried the torrential onslaught of Sageomryeong’s slashes and lifted my cold gaze.

“You are indeed different.”

I deflected her fierce assault by the thinnest of margins and nodded in acknowledgment.

“You possess the strength worthy of the title Cheonma’s Disciple.”
“I told you I’m not Cheonma’s Disciple!”

Sageomryeong, displeased with that designation, thrust her blade faster and fiercer. The black sword pierced forward at speeds invisible to the eye, creating kaleidoscopic variations in its patterns.

“It matters not what you are called.”

I responded coolly and drew the Heavenly Sword back behind my waist.

Zing!

The silver blade advanced faster than light, golden flames blazing across its surface, obliterating all the lingering afterimages of the black sword rushing toward me.

Whoosh!

The Heavenly Sword’s sharpness not only destroyed the traces of the black blade but also cut through Sageomryeong’s shoulder behind it.

“You….”

Sageomryeong’s eyes widened in shock at the wound on her shoulder as she hastily retreated.

“The outcome of this battle….”

I lifted my chin with arrogant pride as I burned away the blood of Sageomryeong that clung to the Heavenly Sword.

“Your death will mark the end of this—when you reveal the Heavenly Demon’s location.”

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