The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 363

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Chapter 363

Screeeech! Crash!

As time passed, the battle between the assassins and the shadow creatures grew increasingly fierce.

Both poison and shadow mana inflicted excruciating pain upon contact, so they burned with murderous intent toward each other, pouring out every ounce of their power.

I gazed down at the battlefield below with a faint smirk.

‘How fitting.’

Watching their faces contort in agony as they fought, laughter bubbled up naturally. These were people who cared nothing for others’ suffering, so my satisfaction was complete.

“Gahhh!”
“Argh….”

Those poisoned or intoxicated by shadow mana began to fall, yet I felt not a shred of guilt.

The Black Tower’s followers who attacked innocent villages to turn them into sacrifices, Roktan who unleashed poison across an entire village for slaughter—they all deserved death.

-Heh….

Wrath exhaled sharply as he observed the chaotic battlefield.

-I can only say… you’ve truly lost it.
‘What do you mean?’
-I’ve heard of the concept of “reaping what you sow,” but I never thought I’d actually witness it.

When you first mentioned making two unrelated parties fight, I thought you’d finally gone mad. Yet it actually happened. I was so dumbfounded my head shook involuntarily.

‘This isn’t my first time doing something like this.’
-Exactly. Which is why it irritates me even more.

I’m helping because those bastards interrupted my dessert time, but things are going so smoothly that my anger is rising. Watching this bastard live so comfortably somehow infuriates me.

-Why aren’t you moving?
‘I’ll take care of those two over there.’

I pointed toward the Black Tower Master and Roktan, who were locked in combat just below the peak.

‘As I said, it’s time to prepare for the end now. It’s not my turn yet.’

I turned around and gazed toward a distant, lower peak in the distance.

‘I have something else to do right now.’
-You noticed that too?
‘The aura’s quality changed.’
-Tch….

Wrath furrowed his brow, clearly displeased.

‘Why are you annoyed when you’re the one who taught me how to use Seolhwa’s senses and the Silver Veil?’
-Because you’re using it too well. It’s infuriating. I should’ve held back a little!

He struck the ground in frustration, muttering about how I’d been distracted by dessert.

‘What’s done is done.’

I tapped Wrath’s shoulder and turned away.

‘Regret won’t help now.’

I moved using the Harmony Three Steps—the quietest and most graceful of the Harmony techniques—and swiftly reached the lower peak near the entrance of the Zamari Mountain Range.
The Harmony Three Steps left barely a trace upon the ground, allowing me to arrive at my destination in an instant.

As I ascended the peak, I spotted the Masked Man hiding between two massive boulders.
He was using a cylindrical telescope to observe the battle between the Poison Clan and the Black Tower.

‘Just as I thought.’

A scout and messenger—an information gatherer.
This one wasn’t participating in the battle; instead, he was hiding here to report any problems that arose for Roktan and the Poison Clan members.

‘In other words, these are their last line of defense.’

Eliminating only these informants meant escaping Derus’s attention, and a smile bloomed across my face.

Thump!

I approached from behind the informant and drove my blade straight through his heart, then covered his mouth. I lowered his corpse silently, just as I had done before, then moved to the right.

Treading only on solid rock and stone to avoid making a sound, I crept through the thicket toward the final informant hidden among the vegetation.

This informant was also watching the battle between the Poison Clan and Black Tower through a telescope.

“What in the world….”

He pulled his eye away from the telescope and let out a hollow laugh.

“Why are those two fighting?”
“Because I intervened.”
“Gasp! You… cough!”

I slit his throat before he could even turn around.

“Ugh….”

The informant’s eyes trembled faintly as he crumpled to the ground.

“Tell them in hell.”

I smashed the telescope the informant had been holding and laughed coldly.

“I’ll be descending soon enough. Save me a seat.”

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Dorian’s fingers dug into the wall as his shoulders trembled.

‘Is this really okay?’

Raon told me to climb to the peak when things got busy, but I had no idea when that chaos would actually arrive.
I was holding my ground thanks to my confidence in my strength, but the tension made my heart feel like it would burst from my chest.

‘Following him is really exhausting.’

As I sighed inwardly, the sound of weapons clashing erupted from below.

‘It’s started.’

Instinctively sensing this was the moment, I climbed toward the highest peak while cautiously peeking my head to the side.

‘What…?’

Those wearing black robes that appeared to be Black Tower members were clashing with figures dressed in form-fitting night clothes like assassins.

‘What, what is this?’

Why were they fighting each other?

Where had Raon gone? I couldn’t tell if they were just fighting amongst themselves.
They were fighting with everything they had, and poison and dark mana spread wildly in all directions.

‘…I have no idea.’

Well, he must have had his reasons.

It was impossible for me to understand what Raon did. I simply thought that Raon was being Raon and continued climbing toward the peak.

‘Huff.’

As I climbed the sheer cliff without any aura, cold sweat poured down, but thinking of the people waiting above, I moved my limbs with every ounce of strength I had.

‘Gasp! Almost there.’

The moment I reached Drake’s Nest, the highest peak, what greeted me was the sight of dying people.

“Ugh…”
“Gasp!”
“Please, someone help…”
“Ahhhhh!”

The people clutched at the black holes carved into their bodies, their moans emerging as if their throats were torn raw.
Each black hole was the size of a human head, and the flesh surrounding it had rotted like that of a corpse.

“What is this…”

Dorian’s jaw trembled as he observed the condition of the people.

‘Despicable bastards!’

I knew they would suffer, but I never imagined it would be to this extent.
I couldn’t believe humans could do such things to other humans. Rage surged through me so intensely that fear evaporated entirely.

“Grrr…”

I suppressed the immediate urge to descend and cut down the Black Tower rabble, instead examining the old man at the front.
A hole had been bored through his shoulder, and black blood had risen all the way to his neck.

“Are you alright?”
“Never mind me… please, look after my granddaughter.”

Despite gasping as though death were imminent, he pointed to a young child on his right.

“I’m… I’m fine…ugh!”

A brown-haired girl who appeared to be around ten years old shook her head forcefully while gripping the black hole that had erupted from her waist.

“Hmm…”

Dorian swallowed hard. Watching these people think of each other even in a situation where death seemed imminent made my blood boil with fury.

“My superior is truly an exceptionally capable person! If you just hold on a little longer, he’ll save all of you. Please, just wait a moment!”

I rummaged through my pouch and retrieved pain-relieving medicine and holy water that might help them.

Dorian moved with practiced footwork, distributing painkillers to the afflicted.

“Swallow them immediately!”

Those poisoned by the dark energy trembled as they placed the painkillers in their mouths. For those whose bodies had already stiffened, Dorian inserted the medicine directly and helped them swallow.

“It will hurt, but you must endure.”

Dorian uncapped the holy water. It was genuine, precious holy water procured from the Kelton Holy Kingdom, yet its value was the last thing on his mind.
Hoping the people would hold on, he let a single drop of holy water fall onto the Old Man’s wound.

Sizzzzz!

With a sound like flesh burning away, the Old Man began to convulse violently.

“Gaaahhh!”

His entire body trembled as if seized by convulsions, his eyes rolling back.

“You can endure this. You must live to see your granddaughter!”

Perhaps those words helped. The Old Man’s convulsions subsided, and the black blood that had risen to his throat receded.
The gaping black wound itself began to shrink gradually.

‘It’s working!’

True to its nature as genuine holy water. The pain was unavoidable, but now there was a path to save them all.

“I’ll save you all! Just hold on a little longer!”

Dorian traversed the entire peak, sprinkling holy water onto the black wounds of the afflicted.

“Aaaahhhhh!”
“Uuughhh!”
“Haaa….”
“Hnngh!”

The people either screamed or suffered in silence so profound that no sound escaped, yet the wounds and black veins undeniably diminished.

“Phew….”

Dorian gave water to the people who were breathing shallowly, drained of strength, then surveyed the area below the peak.

‘They’re still fighting.’

The Black Tower and the Assassins continued to hurl poison and shadow energy at each other, their blades clashing relentlessly. Fortunately, no one was paying attention to this location.

‘Where on earth is the Master?’

Fewer than ten members remained on each side—the Assassins and the Black Tower. If one side gained the upper hand, they would definitely climb up here, yet I had no idea where Raon was or what he was doing.

“He really is an exhausting superior… huh?”

I exhaled a sigh and turned around, then froze.
Something massive was hurtling through the sky from the direction of the Western Sea at a terrifying speed. The moment I saw the crimson eyes blazing in the darkness, my hair stood on end.

“Wow, it’s here!”

Dorian stumbled backward in shock.

‘The Drake has arrived!’

Where is this guy?!

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“Die!”

Roktan hurled daggers skyward. Ten blades scattered through the air descended like hawks, streaking toward the Black Tower Master’s vital points.

“How bothersome.”

The Black Tower Master swept his hand downward. The shadow energy swirling around him transformed into massive claws, deflecting every dagger before crashing down toward Roktan’s head.

“This cursed bastard!”

Roktan extended both hands wrapped in aura. The dense green light of his aura surged like waves.

Boom!

The toxic energy and darkness collided, creating a massive explosion.
The remaining energies scattered outward, turning the earth and trees pitch black and lifeless.

“….”
“Ugh….”

The Black Tower Master’s skin had turned pale from poison intoxication, while Roktan had black veins crawling up his neck from the darkness devouring his body.

“Let’s end this.”
“Fine. You deaf bastard!”

Roktan retreated while unleashing his poison dance. The Black Tower Master, as if expecting this, immediately escaped the poison dance and unleashed his darkness.

Boom!

Both of them, having forgotten their original objectives, poured all their strength into killing each other. Darkness and toxic energy clashed countless times.

I adjusted my grip on the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword as I watched Roktan firing poison spears and the Black Tower Master striking down with darkness.

‘They’ve weakened.’

Beyond their mental fortitude being worn down from enduring pain, the poison and darkness were eating away at each other’s bodies—neither could exert their full strength.

‘Not much time left.’

Still, even weakened as they were, ambushing both simultaneously was impossible. I had to wait for an opening.

I maximized Seolhwa’s silver veil, burying my presence within the flow of nature.

Boom!

As I watched Roktan and the Black Tower Master collide, something massive rose above, blotting out the moon.

“SCREEEEEEEEECH!”

A piercing cry that threatened to shatter eardrums erupted across the entire Zamari Mountain Range, accompanied by a savage aura. The Drake had returned to its nest.

“The Drake….”
“Ha! So it’s a three-way battle now.”

Both the Black Tower Master and Roktan’s attention and senses snapped toward the Drake.

‘Now!’

I stepped into Tae Hwa Bo. As my left foot extended forward, my vision narrowed to a pinpoint. In that fleeting instant, I pierced through the centers of both the Black Tower Master and Roktan.

Their eyes remained fixed on the Drake. I brought down the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword simultaneously.

Sizzle!

As the blades carved through their flesh, I infused the Black Tower Master with cold energy and Roktan with heat.

“Ugh!”
“You….”

Their gazes snapped toward me, but it was already too late.
Meeting their eyes—wide with shock and agony—I drove both blades downward with full force.

SPLASH!

Crimson blood erupted like a fountain as the Black Tower Master’s right arm and Roktan’s left arm soared into the sky.

Thud!

As the two severed arms struck the ground, time resumed its flow.

“Ahhhhh….”
“Cough! Hack!”

The Black Tower Master clutched his right shoulder while Roktan gripped his left, both stumbling backward rapidly.

“Not a three-way battle….”

Raon lifted his chin with an arrogant expression.

“How was that swordsmanship?”

He flicked the blood flowing through the Divine Celestial Sword and Soul Reaper Sword as if toying with the two of them.

“You… you bastard….”
“Raon Zigheart! When exactly did you—!”

The Black Tower Master and Roktan trembled with disbelief. Yet their eyes still burned with fierce determination.

“You think you’re still in this, don’t you?”

Raon met the gaze of the Black Tower Master and Roktan, who had not yet surrendered, and nodded.

“You’ve only lost one arm, so you figure you can still manage. Isn’t that right?”
“….”
“How deliberate of me.”

A sinister smile crossed his face as he simultaneously ignited the Ring of Fire and Manhwagong. A scorching killing intent, as if blood itself were evaporating, began to suffocate the space.

“Creatures like you are too valuable to kill outright. I wanted to see just how much pain you could endure.”

With those words, he stepped on the Heavenly Harmony Step. He shattered through space and reached Roktan’s left flank.

“This bastard… cough!”

Roktan pushed off the ground and retreated to the right. His reaction was swift, but the heat of Manhwagong dwelling within him hindered the movement of his poison techniques.

Shhhhwack!

Raon did not miss the opening and brought down the Divine Celestial Sword. The ferocious teeth of the Light Devouring Blade carved across Roktan’s chest.
The heat seared the wound so that no blood flowed, yet the pain would be several times more excruciating.

“Aaaahhhhh!”

As Roktan screamed and tried to thrust at his abdomen, a tremendous force surged from behind. It was the dark aura unleashed by the Black Tower Master.

“You can’t even wait your turn.”
“Shut your mouth.”
“How can I close a mouth that’s already open?”

As Raon turned away with a cold laugh, the Black Tower Master unleashed the darkness he had gathered, crashing it down without hesitation. The pitch-black aura fell like a dragon’s talons.

Raon gripped the Soul Reaper Sword and drew Glacial upward.

Whoooooong!

The sword’s cry, resonant and majestic with frigid power, reverberated in harmony with the malevolent energy that had pierced through the Black Tower Master’s interior.

“Ugh!”

The Black Tower Master endured the pain and brought down his darkness, but Raon had already vacated that space.

Craaaaaash!

He burst through the crumbling earth and charged at the Black Tower Master.

“You insignificant rat!”

The Black Tower Master did not retreat; instead, he advanced and extended his grasp. Black aura spread like a net, attempting to ensnare his entire body.

‘A powerful technique, but…’

I’ve already seen it.

I drew a semicircle with the Heavenly Sword. As the blade wreathed in heat pushed back the darkness, I pierced through the Black Tower Master’s opening and brought the Soul Reaper Sword crashing down.

Screeeech!

The golden-yellow malevolent aura tore through the darkness and mercilessly split the Black Tower Master’s chest.

“Gaaahhh!”

The Black Tower Master groaned and staggered backward like a drunken man.

“Ugh…”
“Gasp!”

Roktan and the Black Tower Master trembled, cold sweat beading their foreheads as pain lanced through their arms and chests.

“Is that all?”

Raon looked down at the Black Tower Master and Roktan, a cruel smile twisting his lips.

“I thought perhaps those who inflict suffering on others possessed some patience, yet you scream so readily.”
“…Was this entire game orchestrated by you?”

The Black Tower Master’s dark eyes twisted with malice as he unleashed a murderous gaze.

“Yes.”

Raon raised the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword, nodding in affirmation.

“You’ve heard of ‘fighting fire with fire’? Trash must be disposed of with trash.”
“You bastard…”
“Cursed whelp!”

The Black Tower Master and Roktan moved simultaneously, suppressing the interference of their inner energy and heat while drawing their poison and shadow aura to their absolute limits.

A tsunami of azure poison surged forward, while a torrent of shadow energy dark enough to blot out the sky poured down like rain.

“Your suffering begins now.”

Raon did not retreat despite witnessing the trajectory of their immense power. He advanced calmly, extending the Heavenly Sword.

Shiiing!

Starlight glimmered along the blade as it traced across the distant horizon.

Raon Zigheart’s sword technique.
Third Form: Silver Dream Slash.

Thousands of blades bloomed like a dream, piercing through the vision of the Black Tower Master and Roktan.

“Die in endless agony.”

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