The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 405

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Chapter 405

Due to the terrible deception, wind swept across the Land of Death, which had been cloudless, and lightning poured down.

Rimer stood quietly within the tempest, watching undead monsters crumble to dust and the Phantom Soul Ghost recoil in terror.

I swallowed hard.

‘The Sword Realm has changed.’

Previously, the Sword Realm Rimer had used was called the Eye of the Storm. It was a technique that transformed a specific space into a windless zone, weakening the opponent’s power while strengthening his own.

But the Sword Realm Rimer wielded now was different. Its very name was the Song of Wind and Lightning, and violent gales and thunderbolts were raining down indiscriminately around him.

‘So Sword Realms could actually change.’

No, it made sense that they would change.

Rimer had said that the most important aspect of a Sword Realm was the mental world each person possessed. Since that world transformed according to one’s growth and experiences, it was only natural that the Sword Realm would evolve.

-That is correct.

Wrath nodded as he observed Rimer.

-As the True Demon King always said, what matters in all martial arts, magic, and techniques is imagery. Since that fool’s mental image has changed, so too has his Sword Realm.

He smirked slightly, noting that Rimer had achieved quite an interesting transformation.

Rimer gestured lightly as if to say watch closely, then approached Hell Pilgrim.

I heightened my energy perception to prevent the Phantom Soul Ghost from resorting to any dirty tricks, keeping my gaze fixed on Rimer.

Grrraaah!

Hell Pilgrim, realizing the danger of the situation, lowered his stance and drew upon the aura of death. A smooth, pitch-black energy surged up his longsword like shadows climbing a wall.

‘So he wasn’t serious when fighting me.’

Hell Pilgrim’s aura was on an entirely different level now. He seemed to have sensed the crisis from Rimer’s Sword Realm manifestation and unleashed every ounce of power he possessed.

“Good thinking.”

Rimer faced Hell Pilgrim and nodded. He drew a smile across his face with an air of composure.

“If you don’t do this properly, it’ll be over in an instant.”
Roooaaar!

Hell Pilgrim, feeling insulted, brought his blade down without the slightest hesitation.

Crash!

Despite the slender longsword, a heavy and formidable wave of energy enveloped the space as it fell—and in that instant, Rimer’s figure vanished.

Crackle!

Hell Pilgrim’s blade cut through empty air, leaving only green sparks in its wake, while Rimer had already repositioned himself to the right.

‘Has he woven lightning and wind into his footwork?’

A speed that was hard to believe even while witnessing it. It looked less like footwork and more like he was using some form of blink magic.

Rimer stepped forward with his left foot. Wind and lightning accompanied the blade as it flowed forth like silk.

Shiiing!

Hell Pilgrim, as if sensing the energy, immediately spun around and raised his longsword, but he couldn’t properly withstand the slash infused with wind and lightning, and was driven back five steps.

“You’re still far from it.”

Rimer charged forward with a cold smile, his wind-infused blade scraping through space as he aimed for Hell Pilgrim’s neck.

Grrrrr….

Hell Pilgrim exhaled roughly and extended his longsword, its blade ablaze with black flames.

Claaang!

Rimer’s blade, sharp as a spear, and Hell Pilgrim’s sword, heavy as a battle axe, collided head-on.

Kwaaaang!

As steel met steel, a deafening roar erupted as though the world itself was crumbling. Following the sound, an explosive shockwave swept through the space.

Zzzzzzick!

As Rimer and Hell Pilgrim pushed their blades toward each other’s throats, lightning and wind suddenly poured down from the empty sky.

Kwarrrung!

The lightning and wind, as if controlled by someone, surged and struck Hell Pilgrim’s shoulder and waist.

Krrrrgh!

Hell Pilgrim let out a startled groan, withdrew the blade he had been pressing against Rimer, and stepped backward with swift footwork.

Bzzzzzick!

But the lightning and wind pursued Hell Pilgrim relentlessly, their fierce assault never ceasing.

“Confused yet?”

Rimer smiled and charged toward Hell Pilgrim’s left flank. His blade, extending with perfect form, flashed like a beam of light.

Zzzzheeng!

Hell Pilgrim repelled Rimer with an upward diagonal slash, but in that brief moment, a bolt of lightning pierced through his thigh.

Krrrrgh!

Hell Pilgrim retreated sharply, wrapping his entire body in an enormous amount of demonic energy like donning armor. He had realized that the wind and lightning in this space were no ordinary natural phenomena.

“Getting the picture now?”

Rimer wagged his finger and clicked his tongue.

“This lightning, this wind—they’re no different from my blade.”

He smiled and pointed his sword at Hell Pilgrim.

“Dance in the wind and lightning, then die.”

Rimer became a single bolt of lightning, advancing as he rotated his right wrist.
The blade, bent and falling like the fading moonlight, aimed for Hell Pilgrim’s right chest where his core resided.

Grrrrr!

Hell Pilgrim snarled like a beast, pushing forward a greatsword that seemed to carry the weight of a mountain.

Kwaaang!

Rimer was driven back by the overwhelmingly heavy strike, but the wind and lightning-infused blade in his grasp did not cease its descent.

Kwarrrrk!

The armor of qi that Hell Pilgrim had conjured withstood the wind and lightning, yet the impact was not entirely absorbed—his body staggered.

Pzzzzzzt!

As Rimer stepped back and gestured, lightning and wind began pressing down on Hell Pilgrim with even greater ferocity. The qi protecting his body rippled as if it would be erased.

Kraaaaaah!

Unable to endure, Hell Pilgrim let out a bestial roar and charged forward. What was contained in his blade was not merely weight. It was the Destructive Sword—a power that shattered all things.

“Impressive.”

Rimer did not attempt to receive the strike as lightly as before. Instead, he stepped with a footwork infused with wind, his body fluttering like paper caught on a gentle breeze as he evaded Hell Pilgrim’s blade.

“Now it’s my turn.”

Without pausing in his evasion, he thrust his sword, charged with lightning’s essence, toward Hell Pilgrim’s right arm.

Kyaaang!

Hell Pilgrim hastily withdrew his greatsword to block, but lightning fell from above, and his movements froze for an instant.

Rimer seized the opening without hesitation, piercing through Hell Pilgrim’s deceptive armor and slashing across his arm.

Screech!

From the gash in Hell Pilgrim’s forearm, the aura of death that constituted his very being began to pour forth.

Rraaaagh!

A cry of agony escaped Hell Pilgrim’s lips.

“Ignore these petty sparks and shatter that barrier first!”

The Phantom Soul Ghost could no longer contain himself and moved his orbs. Countless spheres condensed from deceptive energy rose into the air.

‘Not so fast!’

I spun my body and thrust the Soul Reaper Sword upward in reverse grip. From the crimson blade surging from below, pale yellow flower buds bloomed.

Whoooosh!

Fragments of heat born from resentment scattered and dispersed, colliding with the deceptive energy the Phantom Soul Ghost had unleashed.

Boom!

Spectral flames infused with malice and the aura of death intertwined, erupting in countless explosions.

“Raon!”

Rimer winked at me approvingly.

‘Sweat?’

Beads of perspiration streamed down his forehead and the backs of his hands. Despite his composed facade, it appeared he had little time remaining to maintain the Sword Realm.

“Keep interfering to the end!”

The Phantom Soul Ghost glared at me, grinding his teeth so hard they creaked audibly.

Yet his command seemed to take effect—Hell Pilgrim made no unnecessary movements and simply stood his ground, drawing power from within.

Kuoooooo!

A tremendous aura bloomed above the longsword held overhead. The killing intent surged endlessly, as though intent on cleaving the Sword Realm asunder with a single stroke.

“A single-stroke duel, then….”

Rimer nodded as he observed the aura that had grown eerily immense.

“I’ll take it.”

He smiled and extended his blade to the side. The lightning and wind that formed the Sword Realm converged toward his sword’s edge.

Raon narrowed his eyes to slits.

‘It’s the same as before.’

The blade drawing together lightning and wind was identical to the Eye of the Storm that Rimer had used previously. It was a method of fighting by pulling the surrounding elemental forces into the blade.

Kuwaaaaaaaa!

Hell Pilgrim drew not only the death aura he possessed but even the killing intent of this land, wrapping it around his blade.

Hwaaaaa!

The black flames blazing from that bastard’s sword soared high enough to touch the darkening sky.

Crack!

Rimer’s sword was imbued with formidable power, but it seemed it wouldn’t be able to withstand the grand-scale black flames that Hell Pilgrim had unleashed.

“It’s fine. Just watch.”
“It’s fine, I’m keeping an eye on the Treasury.”

Raon tried to help, but Rimer shook his head with his usual smile.

“Finish it!”

A torrent of sword strikes imbued with the subtleties of both heavy and light blades poured forth, and space groaned as though it would rupture.
A barrage of sword strikes infused with the subtle techniques of both heavy and light swordplay poured forth, crushing the space as if it were about to rupture.

Kuguguugu!

As the Sword Realm itself began to crumble, Rimer stepped forward with deliberate grace.

“Wind and lightning—both are my blade.”

It was far more than mere words. His voice, imbued with intent, resonated through the world with a flowing cadence.

“There is nothing that cannot be severed.”

The space woven from the Sword Realm trembled as a beam of light—transcendent in its brilliance—erupted above Rimer’s blade.

Kraaaaaagh!

Sensing death’s approach, Hell Pilgrim ignited his deception blade further, but Rimer’s hand moved with the speed of a tempest.

Shhzzzzack!

The deep emerald lightning and wind split through the blackened blade, and his strike carved through Hell Pilgrim’s very body.

Grrgh…

Hell Pilgrim fell to his knees, his halved sword beside him, his blood-stained armor beginning to crumble into dust.

Ssshhh.

As the light flickered across Rimer’s blade, the Sword Realm faded away.

I clutched my left chest, which was pounding like a drum.

‘So that’s why it was called the Song of Wind and Lightning.’

I had wondered why the technique bore that name, but now I understood—the power that amplified his final strike was a song infused with Rimer’s very intent.
It was a unique Sword Realm that even utilized the Red-haired Elf’s inherent connection to the power of sound.

‘I think I’m beginning to understand.’

Witnessing Rimer’s new Sword Realm, I grasped how to harness attributes and swordsmanship together.

It felt as though a faint flame and a single sword had become more prominent in the mental world where countless blades were embedded.

“Commander.”

As I moved toward Rimer, his body swayed. It seemed he had poured all his strength into that passage through the Sword Realm.

“Damn it!”

The Phantom Soul Ghost hadn’t expected Hell Pilgrim to fall so easily—his blue eyes rippled as if struck by waves.

“I’ll kill you myself!”

But he too had noticed Rimer’s strength depleting. He manipulated the black orb, conjuring a colossal storm of malice.

‘The Commander can’t move right now!’

I stepped forward with Heavenly Fire Steps, positioning myself before Rimer.

“Get back!”
“You came to kill me. I can’t afford to look away.”

I unleashed Flame Sea Annihilation with the Soul Reaper Sword. The tsunami of flames rising from the earth collided with the storm of malice pouring down from above.

Kuwaaaaang!

As flame and malice intertwined, erasing everything in existence, I tore through that fierce tempest and charged toward the Phantom Soul Ghost.

“This bastard….”

Unprepared for me to break through the storm, the Phantom Soul Ghost recoiled in shock.

But the Heavenly Fire Steps, which crushed the earth beneath my feet, granted me the opportunity to close the distance faster than his perception could track.

Chiriiring!

Silver chill gathered in my hand. The frost-wrapped blade I drew advanced toward the Phantom Soul Ghost’s heart.

“Kugh!”

The Phantom Soul Ghost, with the cunning of a mage, conjured not with his body but with aura—manifesting a pitch-black barrier in that fleeting instant.

Kyaaaang!

Both the first and second blades of Frost Whisper shattered against the obsidian shield the Phantom Soul Ghost had woven, ricocheting harmlessly away.

I plummeted from the air, my body uncontrolled, crashing toward the ground.

“You’ve grown weak.”

Mockery dripped from the Phantom Soul Ghost’s voice.

“I’ll slaughter you, that elf, and every vermin you’ve brought with you.”

He thrust a black orb forward. Above it, a sphere brimming with aura materialized, erupting with violent sparks.

Kugugugu!

Even incomplete, a tremendous power began converging—so overwhelming my heart nearly stopped.

Yet my eyes remained unwavering. As I spun my body to fix my gaze upon the Phantom Soul Ghost, crimson lightning danced across my pupils.

‘It worked perfectly.’

I had deliberately failed to shatter his barrier moments ago—a calculated strategy to reveal my weakened state once more, luring him into carelessness.

I plunged my hand into my chest and seized the Thousand-Killing Dagger.

‘Now.’

I channeled the dormant chill of Glacial and the sacred power blooming from darkness into the dagger.

Flawless Moment Technique.
Frost-Scent Soul Severance.

The Thousand-Killing Dagger, wreathed in extreme killing intent, became a silver flash, hurtling toward the Phantom Soul Ghost.

“Futile!”

The Phantom Soul Ghost had blocked two sword strikes, so he ignored Raon and maintained his barrier while accelerating the condensation of the black sphere.

But then.

Crack!

The Heaven-Piercing Spear, infused with the incantation of Soul-Piercing Ice Escape and divine power, tore through the barrier in an instant and pierced both the black sphere and the Phantom Soul Ghost’s heart simultaneously.

Kyaaaang!

As I crashed onto the ground on my back, the black sphere shattered, and I watched the Phantom Soul Ghost cough blood as he plummeted.

“Grraaaagh!”

Unlike when he was cut by Rimer’s blade, the Phantom Soul Ghost let out a agonized scream and clutched at the gaping hole in his chest.
Red blood and black malice burst forth simultaneously through the wound in his hand.

Gugugugugu!

But as the sphere shattered, the death energy that erupted gathered into the sphere of malice the Phantom Soul Ghost had been creating, swelling larger and larger.

“You… foolish bastard…”

The Phantom Soul Ghost lifted his head with trembling shoulders. He let out a vicious laugh as he stared at the ever-expanding black sphere.

“Now no one can control that. A thousand years of accumulated malice will detonate in an instant, so not just you—all those humans over there will die as well.”

He sneered while pointing at the people watching from a distance.

“The sphere is a shame to lose, but if I kill all of you, it’s not such a bad trade. I’ll just be reborn anyway—”
“Shut your mouth.”

I hurled the last Heaven-Piercing Spear, driving it straight into the Phantom Soul Ghost’s skull.

“This damned bastard…”

The Phantom Soul Ghost let out an indignant groan as he fell backward. Like a true undead, he left no corpse—only dust that scattered on the wind.

“Phew.”

Raon steadied his breathing and approached the increasingly massive black sphere.

“This…”

Rimer exhaled deeply as he gazed upon the sphere.

“Looks like we’re done for.”

He shrugged, acknowledging he lacked the strength to stop it.

Raon bit his lip. The brief respite had restored his power and mental clarity, yet he couldn’t fathom how to erase that colossal sphere of deception.

‘What can I do…?’

As I pondered, my gaze swept across the surroundings, and the three pillars that had existed since my first arrival caught my attention.

With the Swamp vanished, the lower portions of the pillars—previously concealed—were now visible.

“Hmm?”

Raon moistened his lips as he examined the base of the pillars.

‘That is…’

The carved marks upon the pillars felt strangely familiar. As I focused my consciousness on the scars, the Ring of Fire and Manhwagong stirred to life of their own accord.

The world transformed as golden flames surged before my eyes.

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