The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1277

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Chapter 1277

The cool breeze born of night ceased its whisper, and the brilliant cascade of starlight and moonlight pouring from the heavens dimmed into shadow.

Within the hollow silence of a world frozen in place, a crushing weight descended upon heaven and earth alike.

The Heavenly Demon—the absolute master of the blade to whom the sky itself had granted this name—approached without hesitation, his presence towering like a colossal mountain, as though he alone existed upon this Continent.

“Ugh!”
“Haa….”

Burren Zigheart gasped for breath and fell to his knees, while Martha’s legs, which had been stubbornly resisting, buckled beneath her.

“This… is the Heavenly Demon….”
“Ha! I… I can’t believe it, but he’s grown even stronger.”

Lunan Slion lifted Seolhwa with trembling hands, while Evelyn bit her lip as though unable to comprehend what was happening, her body bending forward.

This was not a confrontation between human and human. It was an innate difference in rank. Even if the Heavenly Demon wore tattered rags while the Zigheart swordsmen donned uniforms woven from precious silk, that chasm could never be bridged. It was the immutable law of nature—the sky bearing down upon the earth, the sea swallowing the land—an absolute force that could not be defied.

As the Heavenly Demon revealed his true form, like ink spreading across rice paper in deep black, the gates of the abyss opened, and darkness and weight extended across the entire world.

The Heavenly Demon took another step forward. There was no grand entrance, no chaotic display of power, yet from the very beginning, he radiated an overwhelming presence and weight as though he had always existed in this place.

Whoooosh!

The foul rags that had clung to the Heavenly Demon melted away in crimson energy, revealing a physique so perfect it seemed sculpted by a god weighing the balance of creation.

Swish!

From behind the Heavenly Demon, a man and woman wearing the mask of a lion and the helm of a tiger appeared, draping a night-sky-colored robe and sash across his shoulders.

Snap!

Even with his sworn enemies, the Zigheart swordsmen, standing before him, the Heavenly Demon felt no value in them whatsoever. With leisure and grace, he donned his robe and wrapped the sash around his waist.
The very space itself seemed to hold its breath, as though it existed solely for the being known as the Heavenly Demon.

The Heavenly Demon draped a pitch-black long robe without a single wrinkle, then donned a blood-red demon dragon helmet. The serene gaze emanating from within the helmet seemed to pierce not the present before me, but a distant future, shimmering with an enigmatic and sinister light.

The Heavenly Demon’s indifferent eyes, as if refined through eons of time and endless slaughter, revealed that this entire world lay beneath his feet.

‘This is….’

I felt a suffocating pressure crushing my chest as I swallowed hard.

‘The Heavenly Demon.’

It was different from standing beside Pride. The moment the Heavenly Demon unleashed his aura solely upon me, a vast and overwhelming force—surpassing even that of a Demon Lord—bore down upon my body.

‘He won’t even grant me the chance to speak.’

The Heavenly Demon emitted a terrifying killing intent, as if denying me even the opportunity to open my mouth, crushing both body and soul.

“Ugh!”
“Nngh….”
“Hah….”

Burren Zigheart and Martha, along with Lunan Slion, were gasping for breath, unable to speak under the weight of the Heavenly Demon’s oppression.

‘What’s truly terrifying….’

…is that he exerts no influence on anyone else.

The place where I now stood was a shantytown where low-wage laborers lived.
Countless people should have been sleeping, yet none of them stirred—instead, they continued to snore peacefully.
It meant the Heavenly Demon was directing that absolute force solely at us.

‘He’s testing our worth.’

The Heavenly Demon sent increasingly intense pressure, as if to say that finding him was merely the beginning of the trial—the real test started now.

-Arrogant bastard!

Wrath furrowed his brow deeply as he glared at the Heavenly Demon.

-A mere plaything of Pride deluding himself into thinking he’s the real deal!

The Heavenly Demon gnashed his teeth as though irritated by the mere fact that Pride was somehow connected to him.

‘Breathe.’

I steadied my breathing inwardly and activated the Ring of Fire.

Whoooooosh!

As I resonated all ten rings simultaneously, the Heavenly Demon’s aura—which had been strangling both body and soul—began to loosen gradually.

“Head of Eden, Heavenly Demon.”

After firmly pushing back the Heavenly Demon’s aura that pressed down on my shoulders like the weight of the sky, I slowly parted my lips.

“I’ve come because I have matters to settle with you.”

Since I was currently the interim Head of House of Zigheart, I straightened my posture without yielding an inch before the Heavenly Demon.
My crimson eyes flashed as I revealed a resolve that would not lose even to the Heavenly Demon.

“….”

The Heavenly Demon raised one eyebrow as though he hadn’t expected me to push back his aura.
For the first time, it seemed he was directing a proper gaze toward me—someone he had shown little interest in despite merely calling my name.

“Because you failed to properly control your subordinates, the Evil Goat Demon, Siria Slion, and the Bearwolf Sorcerer moved freely and inflicted tremendous damage upon Zigheart. We have come to collect the blood price for that debt.”

Despite the Heavenly Demon’s terrifying pressure bearing down upon me, I explained in detail the reason we had sought him out in Eden.

“You were the one who said that a life-or-death duel with the Head of House would mark the beginning of war. Since you broke the promise you made yourself, I must demand an answer for it.”

I nodded heavily, emphasizing that it wasn’t merely a matter of lost wealth—Budnew Village had been annihilated, and we needed to collect the blood price for that.

“You’re right. I made a promise and broke it, so the fault lies with me.”

The Heavenly Demon nodded calmly. Honestly, it was unexpected. Since he had once given Glen a prior warning, I hadn’t anticipated him acknowledging his mistake so readily.

“However….”

The Heavenly Demon stopped nodding and lifted his cold gaze to look at me.

“Only those with strength can speak such words.”

He stepped closer to Raon, emanating an overwhelming aura as if ready to fight this very instant.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

With just a single step forward by the Heavenly Demon, it felt as though a bottomless abyss with no end in sight had opened. His absolute energy seemed to melt everything—the sky, the earth, the sea—all drowning in darkness like ink.

“Hm.”

I swallowed dryly and placed my hand on the Heavenly Sword.

‘Is he going to fight right now?’

I had anticipated the Heavenly Demon’s movements, but the option of fighting immediately like this had never crossed my mind. Cold sweat trickled down my spine at this unexpected turn.

“Killing you right here wouldn’t be difficult.”

The Heavenly Demon stopped his outstretched hand and slightly lowered his chin.

“But I should repay you for finding me. Just one thing.”

He raised one of his long, thick fingers.

“If you can withstand one of my punches, I’ll listen to what you have to say.”

The Heavenly Demon nodded, indicating that if I could endure his punch, he would hear me out and acknowledge my words.

“This is absurd.”

I let out a cold laugh.

“I came to collect a debt for the chaos you caused, and you’re testing me instead?”

As if exasperated, I scraped my foot against the ground. The crimson aura spreading from beneath the Heavenly Demon’s feet was instantly overwhelmed by golden flames.

“I know it’s nonsense, but fine.”

I bit my lip deeply and drew both the Heavenly Sword and the Soul Reaper Sword.

“I will shatter that arrogance of yours and exact the blood price for Budnew Village.”

I wanted to call out his nonsense, but the Heavenly Demon was not someone words could reach. I had no choice but to accept his martial prowess first before any dialogue could begin.

“Come.”

I raised the Heavenly Sword above my head and lowered the Moonwheel Sword below, taking the stance of heaven and earth that could receive any assault. Then I tilted my chin arrogantly.

“Excellent form. You are indeed Glen Zigheart’s grandson.”

The Heavenly Demon nodded calmly, as if noting that I resembled Glen. The blood-red aura that had been compressed in his grip dissipated, as though he had been ready to kill me on the spot if I had refused.

“First Form.”

The Heavenly Demon extended his left hand forward and hooked his right fist at his waist. The belt he wore heated up from the intense martial aura, belching gray smoke.

“Heavenly Seal.”

He announced the name of the technique and thrust his right fist forward.

‘Hm!’

I held my breath.

The moment the Heavenly Demon’s fist shot out, sound and light vanished once more, and his fist alone consumed the entire world.
A blood-red aura, as if condensing all the malice and martial force of the world into one, poured down like a pillar proving the existence of a demon.

The fist strike unleashed by the Heavenly Demon writhed like a living creature as it surged toward me. Neither too fast nor too slow—but carrying an absolute power that annihilated everything it touched before, beside, and behind it.

Kuuuuuuung!

The sky wailed. From the darkened heavens, lightning like tears of blood poured down, raking the earth violently. The ground screamed and tore apart, and from the cracks erupted flames brimming with arrogance.

I felt the world splitting apart from the shockwave alone, my fingertips trembling.

‘If even one movement goes wrong…’

I die.

The Heavenly Demon’s fist strike was real. He was genuinely trying to kill me.

‘There’s only one way….’

I wielded Manhwagong and Glacsia at their peak, raising the Heavenly Sword. I released the tension that had unconsciously built in my wrists and stepped forward with my left foot, channeling my innermost resolve.

Whoooosh!

I opened my Mental World as I advanced toward the Heavenly Demon’s fist strike—a blow capable of shattering bone, flesh, and even the soul itself.
Within the vastly expanded world that seemed to contain the Continent itself, countless swords rose simultaneously.

From the fundamental sword techniques I had never ceased training since childhood, to the Crimson Flame Sword Art that channeled Manhwagong’s fire, the Radiant Sword and Snowwind Sword Dance that embodied freedom, the Heavenly Thunder Spear that reflected Glen Zigheart’s life, and finally the sword techniques I had forged myself while traversing the boundary between life and death.

Swords encompassing both my past life and present existence rose from the depths of my soul and overlapped with the Heavenly Sword.

Uuuuuuung!

The sword techniques that had lived alongside me flowed into the Heavenly Sword, and its silver blade gleamed with brilliant golden radiance.

“Sword Realm Manifestation.”

I threw myself into the Heavenly Demon’s fist strike and brought down the Heavenly Sword, blazing with golden brilliance.

“Creation.”

Like that grand moment when a new sky opens, endless radiance surged forth from the blade’s tip of the Heavenly Sword.

Kwaaaaaaang!

Sword and fist. Energy and aura. And soul clashing against soul.

The blood-red energy and golden aura never mixed, burning each other like water and oil as they created a massive vortex.

Zzzzzzzzzt!

In the end, the Battlefield couldn’t withstand its power, and as it collapsed, it caused pitch-black cracks to tear across the Sky.

“Cough!”

Bent at the waist, I coughed up blood black as death itself. I had thrown my full strength against the Heavenly Demon’s fist, yet defeat was inevitable.
I was overwhelmed in body, spirit, and the authority of the Demon Lords.

Footsteps echoed.

The Heavenly Demon approached, maintaining that same serene gaze as before, as though this was all perfectly natural. His final footsteps sounded like the dragging chains of the Grim Reaper itself.

“Before my supremacy, there is only one person who can raise their head.”

The Heavenly Demon lifted his chin with arrogant certainty, as though his victory was assured unless it was Glen Zigheart standing before him.

“However….”

The corners of his firm mouth curved upward in a thin arc.

“You too have earned the right to stand before that one.”

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