The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 248

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Chapter 248

Raon’s eyes widened sharply.

‘Sword Realm Incarnation….’

Just as when Rimer had subdued the previous Gwahyeolgwi, a windless zone materialized across the deck.

The aura Roman the Tyrant King had unleashed and the inner force dwelling within his axe were swept toward the outer edges of the windless zone.

The wind vanished, and the flow of air ceased to exist. A weighty pressure descended upon my entire body as if gravity itself had doubled.

Uuuuuung!

Within the circular space where everything seemed to have frozen, a deep emerald wind coalesced above Rimer’s blade. The solemn resonance emanating from the sword’s edge awakened the senses.

Raon swallowed hard as he gazed upon the wind dwelling within Rimer’s sword.

‘It’s different.’

Though similar to the eye of the storm I had witnessed before, the perfection was incomparable. The windless zone had expanded more than twofold, and the wind compressed within the blade was condensed to a degree nearly indistinguishable from the sword itself.
The pressure transmitted and the devastating force of wind erupting from the blade were in an entirely different league from before.

Gooooh!

Roman, bearing the epithet of the Tyrant King, showed no bewilderment upon witnessing the perfected Sword Realm Incarnation. Even as he felt the crushing pressure and the scattering aura, he curled his lips upward and unleashed an even more formidable strike.

Rimer did not retreat either. With a smile suggesting he intended to meet the assault head-on, he extended the wind blade he had drawn from below, as if to cleave the very heavens.

Screeeech!

The blood-red axe blade and the deep emerald sword collided, and for an instant, space itself twisted.

Golden sparks engulfed the entire deck, and the river waters that had been still suddenly surged upward, unleashing an unexpected downpour.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

The shockwave unleashed by the two monsters spiraled outward, causing the ship to sway as though it might split in half.

“Ugh!”
“Grraaah!”
“Damn it….”
“What kind of monsters are these!”

The Gwangpung Unit members groaned and collapsed flat against the deck. I wanted to help them, but I couldn’t afford to move. The moment I abandoned this position, the villagers and Garam would be obliterated.

I clicked my tongue and focused my gaze intently.

‘This is also an opportunity.’

Watching how Roman responded to the Sword Realm, how Rimer concentrated the wind dwelling in his blade—observing their direct confrontation was proving to be invaluable instruction. I resonated the Ring of Fire and absorbed every nuance of their exchange through my eyes.

Screeeech!

The axe blade and sword edge glanced off each other diagonally, and the tremendous force gathering at the center exploded in an instant.

Boom!

A catastrophic explosion and deafening roar swept across the entire river. The sound of things shattering continued endlessly.

Yet even amid this devastation, the deck beneath Rimer and Roman’s feet remained intact. The two monsters maintained perfect balance in their power to prevent the ship from being destroyed.

Boom!

The moment their weapons separated, Rimer and Roman each stepped back. Their retreating steps carried the weight of mountains.

“Sword Realm Manifestation.”

Roman narrowed his eyes as he rested his axe against his shoulder.

“An unexpected tactic.”
“You do what you must to survive.”

Rimer twirled his sword and tilted his head. His eyes gleamed with ease, brimming with the confidence of one inviting further challenge.

‘Is he actually fine?’

Whether he was holding back or genuinely unbothered, Rimer seemed more delighted than usual.

“I sensed your aura. I thought you were as good as crippled. Yet you manage to provide some entertainment.”
“Crippled is right. I’ve been living a filthy existence in every way.”

Rimer chuckled softly and waved his hand.

“It’s been a while since I felt this excited.”

Roman grasped the axe that had been resting on his shoulder with both hands and brought it down. He twisted his stance as if performing a lower-body pivot and lifted his head.

“No need for lengthy words. The second bout is Malevolent Abyss Severance.”

Perhaps because it was a formal duel, Roman announced the name of the martial technique he would employ.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

Rimer raised his sword with a firm grip. The stance of a downward strike. His posture and footwork were the opposite of the first duel.

“Come closer.”

I gestured with my chin to the Gwangpung Unit swordsmen who were barely regaining their senses.

“This is a rare opportunity you won’t get again. Watch carefully from here.”
“Ugh….”
“Y-yes, I understand!”
“Right….”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan managed to speak, but the remaining swordsmen could only crawl forward and nod their heads with difficulty.

“Do you gain enlightenment just from watching battles like this?”

Rector approached from the side and let out a dry chuckle.

“It’s less about enlightenment and more about finding things to learn from.”
“Hah! Remarkable. No wonder you reached such heights at that age!”

He offered light applause and stepped back. A personality similar yet different from Rimer’s. I had felt it before, but I couldn’t quite grasp what that man was thinking.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

I turned my head at the sound of the aura distorting. The fierce energy blazing from Roman’s axe converged at a single point, condensing into a blood-red sphere.

‘An Energy Sphere….’

An Energy Sphere was the hallmark of a Grand Master—fierce energy compressed according to the profound principles of martial arts, multiplying its destructive power and persistence several times over.

“Huh….”

As Rimer steadied his breathing with a short exhale, the narrowed scope of his Sword Realm Manifestation expanded even wider than before.

Screeeech!

The aura of the nascent Energy Sphere above Roman’s axe diminished, while in contrast, the emerald wind dwelling in Rimer’s blade radiated an even more magnificent brilliance.

Roman, as if unconcerned by the weakening of his power, bared his teeth in a grin and raised his axe. Though a simple strike, it contained the intricate principles of martial arts woven together like a spider’s web.

Rimer met him with a smile, bringing his blade down. The wind blade, carved and refined through countless iterations, compressed further, gleaming with an eerie sharpness. It was the ultimate killing intent, brimming with the singular resolve to cut.

Crash!

As the descending blade and rising axe collided, the sky filled with thunderclouds split open, and the river tore asunder.

The shockwave from the two monsters’ clash rippled outward, unleashing a cutting aura that threatened to shred skin. I desperately raised my Void Force to shield those behind me from injury.

Roooooar!

On the opposite side, Rector was also erasing the aftermath of the battle with his aura to prevent the sailors from taking damage.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Rimer’s wind blade poured down onto the spherical Energy Sphere embedded in Roman’s axe. The Energy Sphere twisted as if it would burst, and the wind blade trembled as if it would shatter.

Boom!

With a deafening roar that threatened to tear eardrums, Rimer and Roman’s energies twisted together diagonally and exploded outward. Like a meteor shower pouring down at night, the remnants of their two energies ignited a fierce explosion across the river’s surface.
Like a meteor shower pouring down at night, the remnants of the two energies caused a fierce explosion over the River.

A tremendous boom echoed across the deck!

Roman staggered back three steps, and Rimer retreated four. With each heavy footfall, dark imprints seared into the wooden deck—a display of power control that seemed almost miraculous.

“Magnificent! The Radiant Blade of Zigheart!”

Roman flashed a broad grin and struck the deck with his axe.

“It feels like we’ve returned to the old days!”
“Is that so?”

Rimer chuckled softly, rolling his neck and shoulders. His expression was serene—hardly that of someone who had just engaged in a terrifying clash.

“You can do more, can’t you?”
“Have you lost count? This is the second time—why ask?”
“Exactly! Now I’m finally seeing the true Radiant Blade!”

Roman nodded vigorously, satisfied. Beneath his stolid demeanor, a monster obsessed with martial arts had emerged.

“But if that’s all you showed me, there won’t be a next time for you.”
“Stop wasting breath and start. You’re boring me.”

Rimer beckoned with four fingers, urging him to attack.

“Not just your power, but your temperament has reverted to the past as well. Good.”

Roman leaped backward, planting his axe vertically and fixing his gaze upon Rimer.

A deep, resonant rumble filled the air!

Tremendous energy converged upon the axe once more. The aura doubled in size and began to rotate—a transcendent martial technique that combined both the creation and application of such force.

‘Insane….’

The martial prowess was so extraordinary that curses escaped unbidden, yet Rimer wielded his blade with the leisured composure of one sipping afternoon wine.

“The final technique is the Malevolent Void Spiral Strike.”

With those words, Roman thrust his axe forward. The aura erupting before the blade split left and right, releasing a catastrophic wave of energy—a dark, undulating force that surged forward like a cannon blast, spreading across the heavens.

Kwaaaaaah!

Roman did not relent even as he unleashed a terrifying offensive that would obliterate not just Rimer, but everyone behind him as well.
In a flash, he materialized before Rimer and drove his axe forward with raw power. It was a masterful strike that combined the resonance of a force wave with direct impact.

“This ends it.”
“Says who?”

The moment Rimer smirked, crimson lightning crackled across the deep-green wind-wreathed blade.

Crackle!

Thunder Aura—the most devastating application of wind-attribute techniques—erupted along his sword edge.

“Thunder Aura? How are you wielding that?!”
“Got hit enough times, and it just… happened.”

Rimer bit his lower lip and stepped into a true stance. Against the dark wave that consumed his vision—Roman’s Evil Void Resonance Strike—he unleashed a blade fusing thunder and wind.

Zing!

As the two attribute auras converged at the blade’s edge, they birthed a luminous sphere radiating auspicious light.

Wind-Thunder Radiant Sphere. The harmonized sphere of wind and thunder became streams of auspicious radiance, sweeping away the darkness-filled wave.

Boom!

Roman’s Evil Void Resonance Strike—which had seemed poised to cleave the entire river—was halted before the Wind-Thunder Radiant Sphere’s brilliance. A deafening boom like a tidal wave crashing upon the earth rippled outward in all directions.

Two forces—one of darkness, one of light—locked in concentric circles, endlessly clashing. They consumed each other’s energy, unleashing heavy yet razor-sharp waves of force.

Rumble!

The two colossal energies collided, dispersing the dark clouds that had blanketed the sky and revealing clear blue heavens. The sight of brilliant sunlight pouring down beneath the madly exploding forces was grotesque and surreal.

Kwaaaang!

Rimer and Roman’s energies intertwined, twisted, and condensed before surpassing their limits and detonating. White light erupted from the space between sword and axe, erasing everything.

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I opened my eyes, which had been squeezed shut. The sky cleared as if the heavens themselves had parted, and the river’s water level had dropped by more than half, rippling gently.

Whoooosh!

Rimer and Roman remained standing in place, both appearing unscathed as if they hadn’t fought at all.

“Three strikes.”

Rimer spoke first.

“You blocked them all.”

He lowered his sword with a faint smile, as if it were nothing remarkable.

“I concede.”

Roman nodded and struck the ground with his axe.

“You defended against all three of my attacks. The wager is mine to lose.”

He admitted his defeat with refreshing candor.

“Thank you for conceding so quickly.”
“And I apologize for having disrespected you.”

Roman continued, turning his chin slightly.

“I insulted you as a cripple, but your martial prowess stirred memories of your prime. I was genuinely impressed.”
“I still have far to go….”
“Originally, Sword Realm Manifestation is a bloodline martial art that only the Zigheart clan can wield. For you—a vassal and an elf—to use it makes no sense.”

At Roman’s sudden words, Rimer’s mouth closed.

“You created the Sword Realm by leveraging an extraordinarily heightened affinity with wind.”
“Impressive that you grasped it at a glance.”
“Though it seems you’ve sacrificed quite a great deal for it.”

He stroked his axe and lifted his chin.

“Aura, mental fortitude, physical stamina—and worse, you’ve stimulated your mana circuits instead of your core, eating away at your very lifespan.”

Roman’s eyes narrowed as he swept his gaze across Rimer’s entire frame.

“Your raw power mirrors what it once was, but your stability and endurance are abysmal. You must be suffering enough to collapse at any moment.”
“Not at all.”

Rimer swung his blade and thrust it forward.

“I could fight all day.”
“Bluster.”

Roman shook his head.

“Bluster or not, if you’ve conceded, then leave. Go take your nap.”

Rimer waved his hand, urging him to withdraw quickly.

“Is there any need?”
“What?”
“Your unexpected strength is true, but every circumstance favors us.”
“What do you mean—”
“Your subordinates are exhausted from battle. If Rector handles Raon Zigheart alone, we can eliminate every last one of them in less than a minute. This is our chance to uproot you and the Zigheart saplings—why should we leave?”

Roman’s eyes gleamed with cold certainty, as if his calculations were already complete.

“You’re breaking your promise?”

Rimer’s brow furrowed.

“You’ve changed much in the time we’ve been apart.”
“People change like rivers flowing—it’s only natural.”

Roman laughed without a hint of shame.

“You….”
“Of course, I didn’t plan for this from the beginning. But watching you, never knowing when your flame might extinguish—I can’t help myself. I want to stake my life and fight before your four hours are up.”

He raised his axe and pointed it at Rimer.

“If your subordinates die, I’ll burn through every remaining moment of my life to draw out my power.”
“You madman!”
“Rector!”

Roman called to Rector, signaling him to move.

“Ugh, what a pain….”

Rector smacked his lips as if deliberating.

“Zigheart’s Radiant Blade. If you want even one of them to survive, show me everything you’ve built.”
“And your head will fly off in the process?”
“Dying by a warrior’s hand is always welcome.”
“Filthy swordless bastard!”

Rimer’s green eyes blazed with murderous intent. A killing aura descended like the grim reaper itself, suffocating the very air around us.

Whooooom!

Brain energy and wind erupted from the blade like raging flames. Rimer’s skin shriveled and withered. Just as Roman said, he was burning through his remaining lifespan, drawing power to its absolute limit.

“Ugh!”

I furrowed my brow and pressed my temples.

‘What was that just now….’

The moment I saw Rimer’s withered skin, a sharp pain throbbed through my head and a vision flashed before my eyes.

The entire deck was drenched in blood, corpses of the Gwangpung Unit scattered beneath, and Rimer collapsed like a mummy, completely desiccated.

‘Is this a dream?’

No. That can’t be it.

I couldn’t have fallen asleep in a situation like this. This might be my accumulated battle experience warning me of the future. If the fight starts like this, we all die.

‘I have to stop this.’

I can’t let Roman’s plan unfold. I need to seize control of the situation.

“Rector! Move!”
“Can’t be helped. Everyone! Start the—”

I stepped forward before Rector could finish. Gripping the sword hilt with my right hand, I drew Celestial Blade with my left thumb.

Zing!

Glacea rose to meet the moment. Pale blue frost melted across the silver-white blade. Dozens of melodic lines stretched across the air like a musical staff, carrying the noble sound of rain.

Raon Zigheart’s sword technique.
Fourth Form: Azure Rain.

The instant Celestial Blade revealed its elegant trembling blade, dozens of thieves behind Rector collapsed simultaneously.

Ching!

The frigid gleaming blade turned toward Roman.

“Your plan won’t come to pass.”

A crimson glint flickered in my eyes.

“You’re mine to face.”

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