The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 542

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Chapter 542

Tsk.

I clicked my tongue sharply as I examined the Evil Goat Demon’s neck as he retreated backward.

‘Too shallow.’

I hadn’t been able to swing my blade perfectly while protecting Lunan Slion. The Evil Goat Demon’s neck had split and blood sprayed out, but it wasn’t a deep wound.

“Raon Zigheart.”

A voice filled with delight flowed from within the Evil Goat Demon’s helmet.

“You came after all. I’ve been waiting for you.”

The creature wiped away the blood trickling from its neck and spread both arms wide in welcome.

“Evil Goat Demon. Or rather.”

I twisted my lips as I saw the shimmering violet eyes within the Evil Goat Demon’s helmet.

“Should I call you Siria Slion?”
“Hehehehe.”

The Evil Goat Demon removed the goat helmet. Despite her delicate features, Siria’s lips curled upward in a twisted, elongated smile.

“How did you know?”
“Only you could pull off something this insane.”

Lunan, forced to wear Baphomet’s helmet, was wrapped in black currents, and from another room I could sense the presence of Rokan and Clara, seemingly unconscious.
Only an insider from the Slion Family—Siria Slion—could have destroyed the Slion Family Estate like this.

‘Now the pieces finally fit together.’

Now I understood why the Evil Goat Demon I’d first encountered when saving Pedrick had felt strangely familiar.

-Ice cream girl!

Wrath flew toward Lunan Slion, his lips trembling.

-That hopeless, worthless bastard!

If he had a body, he would have torn Sylvia’s throat out on the spot, such was the murderous intent radiating from him.

I furrowed my brow as I watched Lunan Slion’s limbs convulsing.

‘Spirit possession….’

Just as when I was kidnapped to Eden and fought a Dragonian while wearing the dragon’s helm, Lunan Slion was undoubtedly locked in a fierce struggle against Baphomet—the owner of that helm—in the Mental Realm.

‘I need to help him.’

I didn’t know how, but I had to sever Sylvia Slion’s head as quickly as possible and give Lunan Slion strength.
I bit my lip and tightened my grip on the Heavenly Sword.

“Then you must know that I saved you. Why do you think I did that?”
“Shut your mouth.”
“It was for this very moment.”

Sylvia pointed a finger at the convulsing Lunan Slion.

“I thought spending time with you would help my brother reach Master rank faster. I’ve helped you quite a bit too.”

He waved his hand dismissively, saying there was no need for gratitude.

“But now that my brother has broken through his shell, you’re no longer needed.”

Sylvia stomped his foot. Crimson aura blazed above his shoulders, bristling with thorns.
The heavy, savage energy felt as though it would tear the skin from my body.

Shhhhk!

I drew the Soul Reaper Sword with my left hand.

Formidable.

Whether he’d hidden his strength from the beginning or grown in the interim, I couldn’t say—but Sylvia’s aura now surpassed even Cloud, the Holy Sword Master’s disciple.

Yet fear didn’t stir within me.

Roooaaarrr!

The rage that had sunk to the depths of my soul erupted like fireworks, spreading through my entire being.
My heart thundered against my ribs, and it felt as though an unknowable monster had turned my skin inside out.

Fury. Wrath’s fury intertwined with my own emotions, thrashing about like madness.

“Why is the Evil Goat Demon here of all places! And that’s Lunan!”

Martha’s eyes trembled as she glanced between Sylvia and Lunan.

“Lunan’s parents are in there. Go rescue them both.”

She gestured toward the left chamber where Rokan and Clara lay unconscious, ordering them to retrieve the two.

“Um, what about me!”

Dorian, still on the ground, pointed to himself with his finger.

“The Slion Family’s warriors will arrive soon. Block them from coming this way.”
“Yes, understood.”

Dorian nodded and raised a long flute to his lips.

Shrieeeeek!

A clear, piercing note stretched endlessly through the air.

“What is that….”
“Something I prepared while you were gone. The entire Gwangpung Corps will be heading here soon.”

Martha spoke with conviction and leaped through the collapsed wall.

“That means we don’t have much time for each other.”

As Sylvia smiled and extended her hand, a greatsword as tall as an adult man erupted from the compacted earth.
The moment he grasped the blade, black aura flames ignited across its surface. There was no doubt—Sylvia now stood above Cloud’s level.

“Then let’s finish this quickly.”

The instant Sylvia moved forward, I drove the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword into the fractured ground.

An incomplete Sword Realm Manifestation.

“Divine Demon Harmony Seal.”

My wrathful voice twisted the world’s flow itself.

The Mental Realm, grown stronger still, unfurled as heaven and earth trembled.

A crimson sun and azure moon rose, and beneath their mystical radiance, the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword blazed into existence in my hands—one wreathed in flame, the other in frost.

“…Sword Realm Manifestation?”

Sylvia’s pupils quivered as if witnessing the impossible.

“Yes. So that’s how I defeated the Holy Sword Master’s disciple?”

He twisted his lips in newfound understanding.

“But I am different from—”

The moment Sylvia opened his mouth, I kicked off the ground. Like a fierce tiger, I lunged forward and brought the Divine Sword crashing down toward his head.

“You’re impatient!”

As Sylvia’s lips curled upward, the aura flames dancing across his greatsword condensed, erupting into a sphere of dark light. It was a Reinforced Barrier forged from pure aura.

The collision detonated with a thunderous boom!

The Reinforced Barrier embedded in the greatsword and the Divine Sword’s flames collided, unleashing a horrific shockwave. The firmly packed earth split asunder, and the walls crumbled to dust.

“I’ll kill you.”

I shielded Lunan from the shockwave’s spread while striking Sylvia’s neck with my demonic blade in my left hand.

A deep, resonant hum erupted through the air!

Sylvia traced an bizarre incantation with her left hand, the one not holding the greatsword.
Black, vine-like tendrils bloomed above his left shoulder, intercepting the demonic blade’s edge.

“Don’t you know? Baphomet can wield both magic and martial arts….”
“So what.”

I held my breath. Leaning my upper body forward, I contracted every muscle in my frame.
Channeling the seething fury burning within into both my divine and demonic blades, I bore down upon Sylvia with crushing force.

A sickening crunch echoed through the space!

The divine blade, burning like hellfire, drove back Sylvia’s greatsword, while the bitter cold swept through like a harsh wind, severing the black tendrils.

“Sword Realm Incarnate, truly unexpected….”

Sylvia released a damp laugh, writhing like an eel.
He deflected the aura waves from both blades, then swung his greatsword horizontally. A lustrous barrier, smooth as black pearl, erupted forth and repelled both my divine and demonic blades simultaneously.

“Still immature.”

I refused to fall for Sylvia’s provocation. Advancing as much as I’d been pushed back, I twisted my wrists holding both blades.

A piercing metallic screech tore through the air!

The subtlety of dual-sword technique that Sheryl had taught me flowed into ten-thousand-sword form, generating tremendous pressure.

A devastating crunch erupted!

The dark barrier that had dominated space trembled violently, caught and blocked by my divine and demonic blades.
Force against force. Aura clashing with fighting spirit twisted the very earth, and walls and ceiling crumbled like dried candy.

“Damn it! I thought I was dead!

As I gritted my teeth and tried to press forward, Martha emerged, hoisting Rokan and Clara onto each shoulder.
Blood streamed endlessly from her forehead and shoulders. She too had clearly endured a brutal battle.

“I’m taking Lunan with me! We will win no matter what!”

Martha seized the still-convulsing Lunan by the nape of his neck and climbed upward along the crumbled wall.

“Where do you think you’re going! Lunan is mine!”

Sylvia, as if forgetting she was fighting Raon, stretched out her left arm and unleashed a flash of black light toward Martha. It was a high-level spell—the Grasp of Darkness.

Whoooosh!

Raon drew the Divine Sword upward, summoning a wall of flame. A pillar of fire erupting from the ground intercepted the Grasp of Darkness.

Boom!

The dense inferno and the darkness’s mana collided, scattering violet sparks across the void.

Crash!

Raon seized the moment when Sylvia’s gaze shifted away, slashing her thigh with the demonic blade in his left hand.

“Ahhhhh!”

Even as flesh tore away and blood sprayed forth, Sylvia aimed her aura at Martha’s back.

“Don’t you dare touch what’s mine!”
“Disgusting wretch.”

Raon furrowed his brow as he regarded Sylvia.

“Lunan is not yours.”

From the moment I first saw her, I knew Sylvia was obsessed with Lunan.
But now it was clear—this transcended obsession into madness. Rather than retch in disgust, I channeled my fury into my blade.

Boom!

The flame and frost concentrated in the Divine Sword and demonic blade exploded, tearing apart Sylvia’s aura. She barely managed to defend herself with her greatsword and a barrier of darkness, yet her eyes never left Lunan.
Even as he barely managed to defend himself with his greatsword and a barrier of darkness, he never took his eyes off Lunan Slion.

“Lunan!”

I released the demonic blade from my hand as it met Sylvia’s barrier. Clenching my left fist, I drove my knuckles directly into the creature’s mouth as it screamed Lunan’s name.

Crunch!

The sickening sound of bone and teeth shattering echoed through the air as Sylvia was hurled backward, crashing violently into the ground.

“Cough!”

Blood-stained teeth spilled from Sylvia’s mouth. Yet despite the excruciating pain, the creature continued to cry out Lunan’s name.

“Lunan!”

I blocked Sylvia’s line of sight and brought the Heavenly Sword crashing down.

“Ugh!”

Sylvia writhed like a worm, evading the blade before grasping the wall and rising to his feet.

“You dog of Zigheart—don’t interfere!”

The creature gripped the greatsword with both hands and began chanting in an otherworldly tongue.

A resonant hum filled the air.

Black mana particles coalesced from the heavens and earth, seeping into Sylvia’s body.
His aura surged like a tidal wave, and the aura blazing from the greatsword swelled to more than double its size.

Boom!

Sylvia charged forward with the greatsword drawn back. The ground crumbled beneath him, and the flow of mana twisted violently.
The creature showed no regard for what lay behind—it was unleashing its full power.

It wasn’t merely the aura that had grown stronger. From the greatsword hurtling toward me, I could sense the refined mastery of both medium and heavy sword techniques honed to their absolute limits.

Ordinarily, the proper strategy would be to evade such a crude charge and counterattack, but this time I had no desire to retreat.

Whether Baphomet had consumed him or not, I wanted to crush this obsessive pervert with my own strength.

Kuuuuung!

I pressed my left foot into the ground, harmonizing the pulse of muscle and aura in a single breath as I brought both the Soul Reaper Sword and the Demonic Blade down simultaneously.

Kuwaaaaaaaang!

The condensed heat and cold clashed head-on, erupting into a tremendous mana storm that tore through the space.
The floor, walls, and ceiling vanished, leaving only an open sky in their wake.

Kugugugugu!

Sylvia’s power and aura were formidable, befitting a spirit who had ascended to Grand Master, yet I refused to yield even an inch.

I wielded the Sword Realm Manifestation and unleashed my full strength through sword strikes, consuming vast amounts of aura, but instead, an even greater power surged within me.

Wrath.

The wrath I had received from Wrath pierced my soul, granting me a power that melted away reason itself.

Normally, I would have controlled the Ring of Fire to suppress the movements of wrath, but now I did the opposite—I halted the Ring of Fire and embraced the wrath instead.

Goooooo!

It felt as though wrath, not blood, surged through my veins. The overwhelming emotion of fury consumed me from my fingertips to my mind.

-I….

Wrath was saying something, but I paid no attention.

“I will kill you!”

Filled with a sense of omnipotence, I resolved to end the trash before me.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

The flames of the Soul Reaper Sword and the frost of the Demonic Blade, infused with wrath, blazed as if they would reach the ends of the sky.

Kugugugugu!

Raon unleashed his uncontrolled fury, pressing down upon Sylvia with overwhelming force.

“This… how is this possible…?”

Sylvia’s eyes widened in shock, unable to fathom how his full-powered Kangwhan could be overpowered.

Whoooosh!

Raon slashed across Sylvia’s abdomen, his killing intent laid bare as he drove him backward.

Splurt!

Armor harder than steel was torn asunder, and blood erupted from the jagged wound carved across his body.

“Kugh…”

Sylvia retreated, his massive greatsword held before him. Confusion and bewilderment flickered in his trembling eyes.

“Who… who exactly are you…?”
“Do you have any idea what that child endured?”

Raon gnawed at his lips as he advanced toward Sylvia.

“Do you comprehend how many hours he spent wielding his blade and suffering, trying to erase the trauma you inflicted upon him?”

Because I watched over Lunan from beside him, I understood. That boy endured pain as if pierced by daggers every single day, yet never let it show.

He erased his expression and bore his sorrow alone, unwilling to burden his parents or his comrades with his anguish.

I knew how much emotion he concealed behind a single request for ice cream, and because of that, I could never forgive Sylvia.

“The reason Lunan learned defensive swordsmanship is because of you. He chose to block rather than strike, to protect his parents from your threat!”

I ground my teeth and adjusted my grip on the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword.

“You have no right to exist in this world.”
“Shut your mouth! Don’t you dare speak Lunan’s name with that filthy tongue of yours!”

Sylvia shrieked and raised his greatsword. Above the chipped blade, a Kangwhan of an entirely different caliber surged forth. Whether he had poured all his remaining fighting spirit and mana into it, a sinister dark aura swirled with bone-chilling intensity.

“Lunan Slion is mine!”
“That bastard belongs to no one.”

Raon Zigheart burst forward into the dark aura that rippled with explosive force, crossing the Holy Sword and Demonic Sword in a devastating arc.

Raon Zigheart-style swordsmanship.
Sixth Form: Divine Demon Harmony Convergence—Linked Technique, Crimson and Azure Undefeated Blade.

The Holy Sword and Demonic Sword fell with the unwavering precision of a master’s brush drawing a perfect line, painting crimson and azure strokes across the canvas of the world.

KWUAAAAAAAH!

Scarlet flames and azure frost merged as though they had always been one color, erupting in a magnificent torrent of light.

CRRRRRACK!

The aura that had seemed to devour heaven and earth split asunder, and Siria Slion’s both arms were torn from his body.

“GAAAAAAHHHHH!”

Siria Slion shrieked as he crashed into the ground, torrents of blood pouring from his severed limbs.

“Siria Slion!”

Even as I stared at Siria Slion’s face—nearly lifeless—I was not satisfied. I lunged forward like a beast possessed.

WHOOOOSH!

As the Sword Realm dissolved, the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword returned to me. I drove them both into Siria Slion’s shoulders and hammered his face with my clenched fist.

CRUNCH!

My aura had been depleted, but my rage burned with ever-deepening flames. Using that endless fury as fuel, I brought my fist down upon his face again and again.

CRACK! CRAAAACK!

With each blow, Siria Slion’s cheekbones shattered, his nasal bone caved in, and his teeth were knocked loose.

“Ughhhh….”

Sylvia’s eyes rolled back as she released a sound that was neither a scream nor laughter.

“Die!”

A blood-soaked smile bloomed across my lips.
The scorching rage that consumed my mind melted my thoughts, screaming at me to kill him, to make him suffer as much as possible before death claimed him.
In answer to that will, I pummeled Sylvia’s entire body with increasingly savage and cruel ferocity.

—…nia!

Just as my fist was about to shatter Sylvia’s collarbone, Wrath suddenly materialized before my eyes.

—Snap out of it!
‘Wrath?’
—You fool!

The moment Wrath’s thunderous voice rang out, my narrowing vision cleared and consciousness returned.

—What are you doing?! This is no time to waste on this pervert!

He struck my head, demanding whether I intended to abandon Lunan Slion.

“Ah….”

Only then did the rage that had suppressed my aura and consumed both body and spirit finally subside.

“Cough….”

I spat up black blood. Whether from the aftermath of surrendering to rage or something else, strength drained from my limbs and sharp pain erupted across my entire body.

—You are still too inexperienced to wield such anger!
‘Gasp….’
—No time for lectures now. Move quickly!

Wrath raised his hand, urging me upward.

‘I’m sorry….’

I bit my lip and turned around, crawling upward through the collapsed space.

Boom!

As I climbed onto the ground, I could see Dorian blocking the Slion Family warriors using various equipment.
Beside him, Martha was forcibly restraining Lunan as he tried to rise.

“Why did you come so late! Stop him quickly!”

Martha was bleeding from her eyes, having exerted too much force, while Lunan, still wearing Baphomet’s helmet, was striking her roughly. Black mana spread around her.
Black mana spread around her.

“Ah….”

I trembled as I saw the violet light gleaming within the helmet.

‘Am I too late?’

My grip weakened, and I dropped the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword. My mind went blank, and the rage that had consumed me came flooding back as regret.

‘Wrath, is there any way…?’
-Hmm, if he were still fighting, I might know, but in that state….

Even Wrath bit his lip, uncertain of what to do.

“Lunan. I….”

As I clenched my teeth watching Lunan transform into something demonic, a mole suddenly burst from the ground beneath my feet.

“It’s not too late yet.”

The mole shook its head while rubbing its snout. It was Merlin’s voice.

“Go. I’ll help you.”
“How did you even get here….”
“That doesn’t matter right now. If you wait any longer, you really won’t be able to save him.”

She waved her hand, urging me forward.

Boom!

I bit my lip and kicked at the compacted earth. I placed my hand on the Baphomet helmet that Lunan was wearing as he stood alone after pushing Martha away.

“Get out of the way.”

Lunan’s voice cracked as if it were pouring forth from the depths of hell.
The moment she raised her blackened blade to pierce me, Merlin’s mana seeped in and my vision turned a blinding white.

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