The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 130

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Chapter 130

Whoooosh.

I felt the murderous intent of the monsters pressing down on my heart as I steadied my breathing.

-How do you plan to endure this?
‘I’ll fight with my senses fully open.’
-Even with your senses, there will be moments your body cannot move. Especially when protecting those behind you.

I glanced back briefly. Since they were caught in the explosion before falling, there was no one capable of fighting.

-Now do you understand? How foolish your actions were? All that awaits you is a dog’s death.
‘I won’t know unless I try.’
-I do not lie. Unless you block one side, you—exhausted as you are—cannot protect all of them. Acting on sentiment… pathetic wretch!

As if responding to Wrath’s words, the sea monsters began charging forward.

‘Pathetic, huh…’

I let out a soft laugh and unleashed a blade aura. The crimson arc of steel tore through the horde of sea monsters, splitting them in two.

‘He’s right.’

In my past life, I witnessed countless deaths driven by sentiment. I even exploited it during assassinations. But I hold no regrets. I am no longer the assassin Raon—I am the swordsman Raon Zigheart.

‘I will endure.’

I opened the ocean of senses and drew upon my full power. What’s done is done. I resolved to fight with everything I had until I saved them.

-Endurance alone won’t suffice. Surrender your body to me. I shall freeze all those monsters and save the humans.
‘Is that what this was about? Showing your true colors after so long.’
-My objective has been singular from the start…’
‘Be quiet and let me focus.’
“Raon! Watch out!”

Ignoring Wrath’s words as I raised my sword, Dorian’s warning reached my ears. I lifted my head to see an elongated boulder slipping from Dorian’s grasp.

Crash!

The fallen boulder embedded itself into the ground, creating a wall that blocked the right flank.

“Hnngh!”

Dorian kicked the debris of the collapsed castle wall upward, making the barrier even taller.

‘So it wasn’t an ordinary spatial storage pouch after all.’

Not only could it hold vast quantities of items, but it seemed to have the ability to temporarily lighten objects when retrieving them. It had to be at least a Unique-grade pouch.

“I told you! Everything has its purpose! This is exactly what rocks are for!”
“Ha….”

A hollow laugh escaped me. It seemed I’d been dwelling on my earlier criticism about why he carried rocks around.

“Th-this is all I can do! Please hold the line!”

Dorian flashed an awkward smile and gave a thumbs up.

“Yes. Thank you.”

This was more than enough.

With the center, left, and right approaches—and now the right sealed off—I only needed to defend two directions. It was incomparably easier than before.

-Using rocks like that? Brilliant!

Wrath stared at Dorian with an astonished expression, as if he couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Come on!”

Raon stepped forward and unleashed a roar infused with aura.

“Grrk!”
“Kiiiek!”
“Krrrr!”

The ferocious growl made the monsters flinch momentarily, but hunger and madness overwhelmed their caution, and they charged forward.

“Crash!”

The first to rush in was an orc. It swung a rust-eaten axe at my head. I deflected the axe with the Soul Reaper Sword and severed the orc’s neck.

“Screech!”

A troll followed, bringing down its iron club. Its target was my head. I twisted my upper body and slashed with my blade, cleaving the troll in half.

Splash!

A cyan axe came crashing through the spray of blood from Nol’s wound. It was a surprise attack from the orc warrior who had been waiting for an opening behind him.

Clang!

The moment I raised my blade horizontally to block the axe, the Orc Warrior’s second axe fell like lightning.

‘Even knowing it’s coming, it’s chilling.’

Though I perceived every movement of the Orc Warrior through my sea of senses, the killing intent it radiated sent shivers down my spine. It was more than mere strength—it was skill and resolve.

Screech!

I released a cold gaze and spun my blade. The sword whirled like a windmill, deflecting both axes.

I drew the blade upward from below without pause. The Orc Warrior tried to catch the blade with its killing intent, but this strike was not something that could be stopped by such means.

Splash!

The Orc Warrior’s chest split diagonally as it rolled backward, eyes rolling back.

“Tsk.”

I clicked my tongue.

‘Not even time to catch my breath.’

The tremor of the ground and a descending shadow—an Ice Troll Warrior was falling from above, and Sharkmol was rising from below.

Whoooosh!

I drew my sword back before thrusting it forward like a spear. As Sharkmol surged upward and the Ice Troll Warrior fell, flames erupted from the blade, consuming both monsters in their inferno.

“Grrrrgh….”
“Kiiieeeek….”

The monsters froze, terrified by the petals of flame that erased the night.

“Kyaaaack!”

A shrill cry pierced the air from behind. It was the shriek of Orkus, a marine monster resembling an octopus. True to its intelligence, it was issuing commands through its tentacles.

Thud-thud-thud-thud!

The monsters charged simultaneously—not toward me, but toward the defenseless soldiers behind me.

“Damn.”

I gritted my teeth. Though I was drawing the monsters’ attention from atop the Castle Wall, their numbers were overwhelming. I couldn’t rely on Milend’s help either, as abandoning the center would mean the castle’s collapse.

‘I have no choice. I’ll have to do this alone.’

He resonated the ring of fire and opened the sea of senses to its fullest. He drew up his magical power while rolling his feet. He swung his sword, wrapping it in blazing, roaring flames.

The Fang Sword’s teeth tore through the orcs, while the Resonance Sword’s momentum severed the trolls’ limbs.

Toward the surging tide of green, I unleashed the flames from my mana core. Breath-like fire spread in a semicircle, melting the monsters in its path.

“Haaaah.”

I exhaled roughly. My body grew weary, yet my mind and senses sharpened with each moment. For the first time in ages, I felt my spirit dominate my flesh.

Thud-thud-thud-thud!

Tremors erupted from the wall Dorian had erected. Rocks shattered violently as Krat, a massive marine monster with enormous pincers, burst through.

Boulders rained down like catapult fire, threatening to crush the wounded. I gritted my teeth and swung the Fang Sword savagely, deflecting the rubble with a ferocious arc. With my left hand, I drew the Soul Reaper Sword.

A single slash infused with spiritual energy. The Kraths’ hard exoskeletons proved meaningless as their heads burst open and they collapsed in one blow.

“Kiiieeeek!”

Orcus’s cry echoed from behind once more.

‘Here it comes.’

I brought my blade, wreathed in scorching heat, down upon the wave rising from the sea of sensation. A brilliant crimson sword aura tore through the night air, cleaving the blue octopus in two.

“You won’t pass me until you’ve brought me down.”

I crossed both blades and stepped into the True Form. Crimson energy blazed and surged across the fractured earth.

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Milend narrowed his eyes as he watched Raon overwhelm thousands of monsters single-handedly.

He deemed it recklessness.
It seemed to him nothing more than a young upstart who had achieved a small victory here growing overconfident in his abilities and rushing forward.

Protecting thirty wounded soldiers in that hellish place was nearly impossible.

Yet Raon endured. Even with Dorian blocking the right flank with boulders, he withstood the relentless onslaught of monsters.

Without even catching his breath properly, he cut down orcs, incinerated trolls, and crushed Kraths—a lone warrior displaying unparalleled prowess.

Thanks to Raon’s perfect defense at the front, the soldiers collapsed defenseless behind him remained untouched since they fell.

‘This isn’t normal perception.’

Perception beyond mere martial prowess.
Raon’s spiritual sense had ascended to a realm higher than his martial strength. His deliberate swordsmanship, grounded in that keen perception, became a thick wall protecting the soldiers.

‘And he’s still growing stronger.’

He was seizing this worst of circumstances as an opportunity to grow. In all his decades defending Habun Castle, he had never witnessed such a bizarre turn of events.

“Kelrun!”

Milend called out to Kelrun, the commander of the Night Fox Knights, without taking his eyes off Raon’s back.

“Yes!”
“Rescue the wounded.”
“Yes? But….”
“It’s fine.”

He nodded as he watched Raon, who had even captured Orkus with his sword energy unleashed.

“He will hold the line. Go down and save the wounded!”

Milend gripped his sword tightly. Witnessing Raon accomplish the impossible, vitality surged once more through his aging, weary body.

Kwaaaang!

A tremendous sword strike erupted from his blade, sweeping away all the monsters before him.

“Hold fast!”

Intense sword energy surged skyward from the blade he thrust toward the heavens. The soldiers’ eyes gleamed with the same radiance as the sword light that seemed to reach toward the moon.

“The night will end. Endure, hold firm, and strike them down!”

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“Can’t you even control Boom Skull properly anymore? Your skills have grown quite rusty.”

The Blue Robed Man let out a scoff as he watched the castle wall crumble from the middle.

“My control was flawless enough to deceive even Milend. It’s simply that the one who fired that sword energy possessed exceptional instincts.”
“Making excuses…hm?”

He chuckled as he watched the blonde swordsman leap down from the Castle Wall.

“What is that madman doing?”
“That’s him.”
“What?”
“I activated my danger detection ability, and the one who just cut down Boom Skull—that young one right there.”
“Hmm….”

At those words, the Black-robed Man’s eyes narrowed.

“He doesn’t look like much.”
“You’ll understand once you see him in action.”

With that, the Black-robed Man fell silent. The Blue Robed Man wrinkled his nose and fixed his gaze on Raon.

‘He looks like nothing more than a fearless pup.’

Young in age yet possessing formidable power and exceptional courage. But I sensed nothing beyond that.

“Defeated by someone so insignificant… huh?”

The Blue Robed Man stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening.

‘What is this?’

The orc warrior had executed a flawless attack using Nol’s corpse, yet the boy parried it as if he’d known it was coming.

The strangeness continued afterward. Against the orc, the troll, and even Kraft—he discerned their intentions instantly and ended each encounter in a single stroke. His instincts were unnaturally acute.

“His senses have transcended far beyond what he should possess. How is this possible?”
“Without the Troll Shaman’s danger detection ability, I would have been caught off guard by him.”
“Indeed, there’s a vicious killing intent woven into his swordsmanship. One strike, one death. Yet he wields such lethal technique while protecting others—a peculiar warrior.”
“That’s not all.”

The Black-robed Man pointed at Raon, urging him to look more carefully.

“Gasp!”

The Blue Robed Man, who had been scratching his chin while observing Raon, let out a dull gasp.

“Y-you don’t mean…right now?”
“Yes. He’s growing even as we speak.”

The Black-robed Man’s voice sank like the depths of mud.

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An orc brought its axe down. I read the flow and severed both the orc and its weapon in a single stroke.

A Bearwolf lashed out with its claws. I deflected the attack and slashed its throat.

An Ice Troll Warrior roared and charged forward, its massive fists gleaming with nascent aura.
After six collisions, a hairline fracture appeared in the Troll Warrior’s aura. I summoned my full power and drove it through the opening. The Troll Warrior’s heart burst, and it collapsed to its knees.

I wasn’t seeing with my eyes. I was swimming in an ocean of sensation, reading the enemy’s movements through waves of cold I conjured in my mind.

Exhilarating.
My focus sharpened to its peak, like sharpening a pencil again and again until its core stood pristine.

The enemy’s breathing, the movement of muscle—all crystalline in my perception.

Cut. Cut. Cut again.

With each monster that fell like dominoes, with each soldier behind them erased, my mind surged as if shackles were breaking free.

I burst Sharkmol’s chest before it could breach the ground.

I severed Krat’s neck before its carapace could harden.

I split the Mantakun—massive as the castle gate itself—in a single slash.

My elevated spirit resonates through my heart.

What I once thought impossible becomes possible.

My blade, sharp as ice, cut through everything in its path, and my extended legs reached every corner of the battlefield.

Each time crimson blood obscured my vision, the sky transformed.

Light bloomed across the dark night sky, and the full moon rose once more.

By the time even that moon had begun to wane, not a single monster remained before me.

Only then did I raise my head.

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