The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 684

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Chapter 684

‘It’s not just the Heavenly Sword.’

I swallowed hard as I watched other blades passing by the Heavenly Sword.

‘There are swords from other Transcendents too.’

The blades of Transcendents like Aris Zigheart and Lectar roamed freely through the empty sky.

‘And that is….’

Was it Wrath’s Snow Flame Technique?

I could see something transparent tearing through the frozen sky. It resembled Wrath’s technique of rending space with his formless blade.

‘Now I understand.’

Those blades floating in the sky now are the sword techniques of the Transcendents I’ve witnessed so far.

As my achievements in Force and the Ring of Fire rose, and thanks to the awakening effects of Seongjinhwan and Seonghwa, sword techniques I didn’t even know existed seemed to emerge in my mental world.

I smiled faintly as I watched the Ring of Fire rotating slowly.

‘If Wrath saw this, he’d throw a fit.’

Imagining Wrath grabbing his head and complaining that this was too overpowered, I naturally laughed.

‘Let me examine them more closely.’

It’s impossible for me to completely make their swordsmanship my own right now. I decided to at least examine the Sword Path, and resonated the Ring of Fire to its maximum capacity.

‘What the Heavenly Sword is drawing is….’

The sky.

Glen’s Heavenly Sword was depicting a sky darker than the night itself. It was the Spear Sky Sword he had shown me for the first time.

‘He said it was dark.’

Glen had mentioned that his own Spear Palace Sword was dark and advised me to unfold my own Spear Palace Sword.

I turned my gaze to the sword moving in an enigmatic pattern, wearing a small smile. It was Aris’s Spirit Sword.

‘Aris’s sword remains as free as ever.’

Aris’s Spirit Sword traced a liberated trajectory like its master who had left the Family Estate behind. It seemed to be blooming with its own constellation.

‘And that sword is….’

Lectar’s Servant Sword.

The Sword Ghost Lectar’s Servant Sword was simply straight. Despite containing ten thousand swords—the culmination of countless sword techniques—it never lost its straightness.
I could feel the breath of a master craftsman who had walked a single path his entire life.

‘I can’t believe such a person would betray.’

No, there must be something more to it.

Lectar had two opportunities to kill me, yet he withdrew of his own accord. There was definitely a relationship between him and Sylvia that I didn’t know about.

As I exhaled a frustrated breath, a hazy sword emerged from beside the Sword Ghost’s Servant Sword.

‘That is….’

The Spear Star Sword?

Derus Robert’s Spear Star Sword was also sweeping through my Mental World.

‘Well, I’ve seen that sword before too.’

Since I had been learning the Ring of Fire in my previous life, Derus’s swordsmanship seemed to have remained in my mind.

However, since I hadn’t seen it as much as the others and my Ring of Fire realm was shallow, the sword appeared hazy, as if buried in mist.

‘Still, I should keep observing it.’

Even a blurry sword path makes a world of difference between seeing it and not seeing it.
Simply committing it to memory would prove invaluable when facing Derus Robert in the future.

‘And finally….’

I watched the formless sword that cut through the azure frost, savoring the sensation.

‘I’ve only seen it once, yet it’s so vivid.’

Perhaps because I felt the sensation of directly moving Wrath’s body, the formless sword he created was as intense as the Heavenly Sword itself.
Moreover, since his technique resembled my own swordsmanship, it felt familiar and easy to comprehend.

‘He gives without reservation, and now he even helps while sleeping.’

I drew a faint smile, imagining how Wrath would have a fit if he heard such thoughts.

‘What fortune.’

I had entered the Mental World to create a new Sword Realm, but it seemed I would return with far more than that.

‘Three months of time.’

I traced the Heavenly Sword along the Heavenly Sword’s technique, my lips curling upward.

‘I’ll use it more efficiently than anyone else.’

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Scrape, scrape, scrape.

Gravel scraped across the axe blade engraved with a dragon, producing an eerie sound.

Roman Recal, master of the Red Axe Red Dragon Unit and bearing the epithet Demon King, still sat by the river bank sharpening his axe blade.

However, there was one difference from before.

No more pebbles remained around him.
Only fine sand filled the space—not a single stone fragment in sight. It meant that tens of thousands of pebbles that had once crowded the riverbank had all become sand.

Screech.

Roman carefully picked up the sole remaining pebble and sharpened the blade of his axe. His body and soul seemed to grind alongside the axe blade, emanating an aura so chilling it sent shivers down one’s spine.

The sun rose, the moon set, and when the sun rose again, the pebble in Roman’s hand had crumbled into fine sand and sank away.

“At last, it is complete.”

Roman gazed at the gleaming crimson blade of the Red Dragon Axe for a long while before nodding.
The word “complete” seemed directed not at the axe, but at himself.

“Don’t cower like a rat. Come out.”

He hoisted the Red Dragon Axe onto his shoulder and jerked his chin toward the rear.

Whoosh.

A youth with crimson eyes emerged from the thicket, parting it as if the axe had carved a path. It was Beorn.

“So you’ve ground away every last pebble.”

Beorn exhaled softly as he gazed at the riverbank now devoid of stones.

“I never knew one could grow so strong simply by sharpening an axe blade.”
“That’s not something you should be saying.”

Roman’s eyes narrowed as he regarded Beorn.

‘What is that man doing to grow stronger every time I see him?’

Despite already having reached Grand Master, Beorn appeared stronger with each encounter.
An impossible rate of growth. Had I not met Raon Zigheart, I would have believed that man to be the sole true genius of this Continent.

‘Still, it displeases me.’

Beorn’s crimson eyes held a color similar to Raon Zigheart’s, yet their essence differed.

When I looked into Raon’s eyes, passion burned fiercely, but when I looked into Beorn’s eyes, unease settled in my chest.

“Why did you come here?”

Roman frowned openly.

“I wanted to share some interesting news with you.”
“Interesting news?”
“It concerns the Demon King’s life-or-death opponent.”

Beorn nodded lightly.

“You speak of Raon?”
“Yes. In the Sufer Kingdom, he—”
“Enough.”

Roman waved his hand dismissively.

“I don’t need to hear it. You’re probably going to tell me he saved the Sufer Kingdom from crisis.”
“How did you know—”
“The Raon Zigheart I know isn’t the type to cause trouble—he’s the type to solve it. And…”

He twisted his lips as he recalled Raon in his mind’s eye.

“If he’s my opponent, he should be capable of that much. Letting him live was the best decision of my life.”
“Is that truly so?”

Beorn’s eyes narrowed with displeasure.

“Raon Zigheart’s growth defies all reason. On the day of the final battle, he may appear as your equal.”

He clicked his tongue briefly, lamenting that he had given too much time.

“Your vessel is too small.”

Roman looked down at Beorn, his brow furrowing.

“The stronger my opponent, the stronger I become. As always, a battle fought with my life on the line will elevate this dull fool to even greater heights.”

He expressed himself as a dull-witted man, laying bare his nature.

“Yes. I also hope you will win. If you were to lose, the Beast Alliance Master would not remain idle.”

Beorn lifted his cold eyes as if issuing a threat.

“Stop spouting nonsense and get out. If you pull that kind of stunt, I’ll sever that bastard’s head even if I have to die doing it.”

Roman unleashed a chilling murderous aura as if he would strike Beorn’s neck immediately.

“And don’t you ever seek me out again. If we meet once more, I’ll take it as a sign that you wish to die.”
“It seems I’m not to your liking.”

Beorn smiled faintly.

“The duel with Rector was a fair contest.”
“You didn’t stop at merely defeating Rector—you crushed his spirit. Deliberately, at that. Was there any need to do such a thing to a former superior?”
“Isn’t the Nambuk Alliance a place where the strong reign supreme? A place where the strong can decide anything?”

He shrugged his shoulders calmly.

“And as that strong one, I say this: if you don’t wish to die, leave at once.”

Roman caressed the handle of his axe as if exercising his final restraint.

“…I shall obey.”

Beorn nodded with serene eyes and vanished into the Forest.

Roman clicked his tongue and turned his gaze away. He bit his lip as he stared at the River where Rector lay buried.

“Foolish bastard….”

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The Training Ground of the Sran Tribe.

“Isn’t it impressive?”

Ogram, the Beast Alliance Leader and Demon King, let out a hearty laugh while gripping an entire jug of alcohol.

“To think you overpowered a mid-tier Demon Race warrior single-handedly! Teaching you Geokhae Martial Arts was worth it!”

He drained the contents of the jug in one go, clearly satisfied with my performance.

“Of course we must crush demons like that!”

Garona nodded vigorously, beaming with pride in my accomplishments.

“He is my brother, after all!”
“Then why aren’t you progressing, you fool who shares his blood?”

Ogram set down the jug and furrowed his brow.

“You’re still stuck laying the foundation of Geokhae Martial Arts. It’s frustrating….”
“Ugh!”

Garona shrank back, his iron-like shoulders shrinking inward.

“It’s… it’s too difficult. My mind understands it, but my body just won’t cooperate….”
“Pathetic.”

Despite calling him pathetic, Ogram smiled faintly, as if he found Garona endearing.

“Learn it at your own pace. Everyone walks their own path. Even if you fall behind now, you could surpass everyone later.”
“Does that mean I could surpass my brother?”
“You know that’s nonsense, don’t you?”
“Yes….”

Garona hung his head in dejection.

“Raon. That boy is different from everyone else. Even if I were his age, I couldn’t have caught up to him.”

Ogram let out a scoff, saying there was no one among the current Six Emperors who could be compared to Raon.

“I think I should go see it myself.”
“Pardon? See what…?”
“Raon’s life-or-death duel a month from now. I have little interest in the fights of lesser beings, but I feel I’d regret missing the confrontation between the Demon King and Raon.”
“I want to go too!”

Garona raised his hand enthusiastically.

“If you can operate Gyeokhaemoo consecutively, then perhaps.”
“For my brother, I’ll definitely make it happen!”

He clenched both fists, shouting that he would absolutely watch Raon’s life-or-death duel.

“Think it’s possible?”

It was just as Ogram chuckled and reached for a new wine jug.

“Master!”

The Sran Tribal Chief came rushing over with a pale face.

“What’s the rush? Slow down a bit…”
“The White Blood Sect has attacked the Chiran Tribe!”
“What?”

The wine jug in Ogram’s hand shattered into powder.

“What kind of nonsense is this!”
“It’s an urgent report that just arrived! The White Blood Cult Master herself has appeared and is conducting a massacre!”

The Sran Tribal Chief answered with trembling lips, his face drained of color.

“Damn it all…”

Ogram rose to his feet. A white haze of alcohol vapor rose from his shoulders.

“Wait, just a moment!”

The Sran Tribal Chief blocked Ogram’s path as he tried to rush out immediately.

“You cannot go alone! Please wait for the Alliance’s elite forces!”

He shook his head, saying that since the White Blood Cult Master had come personally, it was dangerous to go alone.

“Then we’ll be too late!”

Ogram gnashed his teeth.

“Have you already forgotten that the Kal Kingdom was attacked by that woman? I can’t guarantee we’ll be able to save anyone even if we rush there now!”

I had been childhood friends with the King of the Kal Kingdom, who maintained relations with the Beast Alliance.
When I heard the kingdom had been attacked, I rushed there immediately, only to find the corpse of my old friend dried up like a mummy.

“This is actually an opportunity!”

Since I had been quiet within the Sran Tribe for some time, the White Blood Cult seemed unaware of my presence here.
I had to move quickly and strike down that blood demon woman’s neck.

“Then, at least take our warriors and shamans with you!”
“I will go as well!”

The Sran Tribal Chief and Garona bowed their heads, asking to be taken along.

“…I won’t wait.”
“Yes! Even if we fall behind, we will follow!”

Ogram nodded to the Sran Tribal Chief and Garona, then stomped the ground.
A massive fissure tore open across the battlefield as his body transformed into a brown flash of light and shot forward.

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Rumble, rumble, rumble!

Ogram gnashed his teeth as he caught sight of the distant Chiran Tribe village.

Flames of destruction engulfed the village nestled within the jungle. My heart pounded violently at the screams of the tribespeople, as if it might burst from my chest.

“Damn it….”

The Chiran Tribe was one of the larger clans within the Beast Alliance, yet the vitality I sensed from within was sparse.
It seemed the Blood Ghosts had already conducted their festival of blood.

“Haah….”

I steadied my breathing and turned to look behind me. Garona and the warriors of the Sran Tribe were nowhere to be seen.
I left a signal warning them to be cautious, then entered the village.

Squelch.

My feet sank deeply as if treading through mud. The battlefield was drenched crimson with blood and corpses.

“Ugh….”

Ogram bit deeply into the tip of his tongue to maintain composure.

“Why is there still one alive?”

A Blood Ghost who spotted him twisted his face into a grotesque smile.

“Without pain….”

Splorch!

The Blood Ghost that had lunged at Ogram burst into a spray of diluted blood.

“Huh?”
“What… what is that….”
“Could it be….”

The White Blood Cult disciples who had been drinking the blood of the Chiran tribespeople widened their eyes as they beheld Ogram.

“You mosquito wench! Show yourself at once!”

Ogram unleashed a roar directed at the White Blood Cult Master.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

A tremendous aura erupted, extinguishing the flames that had engulfed the entire village, and the Blood Ghosts surrounding the area collapsed, spraying blood from their bodies.

“If you don’t come out, I’ll annihilate every last one of you….”
“How impatient.”

A languid voice that seemed to draw in souls accompanied the emergence of a woman with black hair and black eyes. The crimson blood pooling beneath her feet purified and melted away into pristine white.

Kuuuung!

Ogram planted his massive true horn. His fist, extending with the force of an earthquake, shattered the White Blood Cult Master’s head.

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