The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 702

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Chapter 702

Crash!

King Roman lost control of his body and began sinking into the turbulent currents of the Rabel River.

“Ugh…”

I coughed up blood and stepped into the Garam Step. My aura was depleted, and with wounds severe enough to collapse at any moment, I couldn’t operate the Heavenly Harmony Technique.

“Roman!”

I grabbed Roman’s shoulders, which were submerged up to his neck, and pulled him up. So much blood had spilled that the surrounding river water had turned crimson.

“Raon Zigheart.”

Even in this moment, Roman called my name with an unwavering voice.

“I told you. Only one person can leave here. Let go. These wounds are already beyond saving.”

With trembling hands, he lifted his black robe. A hole the size of a child’s head had been torn through his left chest, spewing crimson blood.

“I understand.”

I nodded, looking at Roman’s wound.

‘I was the one who cut him. There’s no way I wouldn’t know.’

Roman and I had wagered our very lives in that final clash. It was a battle where mercy was impossible and mercy would have been wrong—only the living and the dead could emerge from it. The wound left by Apocalypse could not be healed, even if the Saint of Nenma Pedrick himself were to come.
It was a battle that couldn’t be watched and shouldn’t be watched, so the living and the dead had no choice but to be separated.
The wounds left by the cataclysm could not be healed even if the Saint of Nenma, Pedrick, were to come.

“Heh, why the sudden formality? Besides, didn’t you all call me a bastard?”
“Tch, why are you suddenly speaking formally to me? Besides, weren’t you guys calling me by my name before?”

Roman chuckled, saying he had goosebumps.

“Because today, you were a senior martial artist who deserved respect.”

I nodded, watching King Roman’s eyes fade in color.

“….”

King Roman said nothing more. Whether he had nothing left to say or was conserving his final strength for his subordinates, I couldn’t tell.

“Haah….”

I finally carried King Roman out of the Rabel River and set him down on the sandy beach.
My strength faltered several times along the way, and we nearly collapsed together, but I bit my tongue and barely managed to hold on.

“Raon Zigheart.”

King Roman exhaled a thin breath and lifted his eyes.

“If the Beast Alliance Master attacks, flee down the river.”
“The river? Why the river?”

The Nambuk Alliance’s main theater of operations was the river and the mountains, so hearing him tell me to escape down the river made my brows furrow naturally.

“In case you somehow win, the Beast Alliance Master might make a move, so I destroyed the warships beforehand.”

King Roman swept his gaze across the half-destroyed warships and vessels, then let out a soft laugh.

“The warships?”

I had thought it strange that King Roman destroyed the warships with crimson flames before the battle truly began, and it seemed that was indeed his purpose.

“You would have already secured a ship. You can escape just by following the river current… supposedly.”

King Roman’s voice trailed off as he waved his hand dismissively, a faint smile on his lips. It was clear he had reached his limit.

But the same was true for me. With my power, I wouldn’t die, but I would likely need a considerable recovery period.

“King Roman!”
“Please, please! Open your eyes!”
“You cannot collapse here! You still have duties to fulfill!”

The Black Wolf Bandit Leader, White Mountain Bandit Leader, and Warrior Wolf Bandit Leader dragged the healer toward King Roman.

“Hmm….”

Beast Alliance Master Helgurum and the Nambuk Alliance warriors following him seemed bewildered by King Roman’s final display of momentum, still unable to move.

“Master!”
“Why did you take so much damage! Dodge more!”
“Handsome Raon, are you alright?”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan Slion approached and grabbed my shoulders and waist.

“M-Master! Let’s treat your wounds first!”
“Ugh, what kind of wound….”

Dorian and Crain trembled their lips as they saw the gash where my waist had been torn open.

“You did well.”

Rimer approached and gripped my shoulder. His palm was damp with sweat, betraying his tension.

“Open your mouth.”
“Pardon?”
“No time! Open it quickly!”

As I opened my mouth, Sheryl placed a crimson elixir pill into it. She didn’t stop there—her hand moved to the wound on my abdomen. A warm aura flowed toward my heart, and the pain began to subside.
She didn’t stop there, placing her hand on the wound in her abdomen. As a warm aura flowed from her heart into the wound, the pain began to subside.

“Phew…”

Raon breathed heavily and forced his eyes open. As the pain subsided, the tension eased and his eyelids grew heavy. It felt like he would lose consciousness if he let his guard down for even a moment.

My head is pounding.

Growing through combat, becoming stronger alongside an opponent—it was a euphoria beyond mere enlightenment.
Growing through battle. And becoming stronger alongside enemies—that was a thrill beyond mere enlightenment.

Even the sacred power that bloomed from darkness could be turned into an attack, so it was as good as not thinking about anything beyond the life-or-death battle.

The plan will become somewhat complicated, but I have preparations in place, so it should be manageable.

I wiped away the blood obscuring my eyes with the back of my hand and turned my gaze to the right.
King Roman was looking at me as well. His lips curled upward as if asking whether I had enjoyed myself.

‘It was enjoyable.’

As I blinked, he drew a satisfied smile.

“Everyone….”

I turned around to look behind me. I nodded while observing Rimer, Sheryl, and the Gwangpung Corps.

“I entrust the rear to you.”

With those words, my vision darkened.

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Upon a dim low hill overlooking the winding Rabel River.

“Is… is that even possible?”

Kubara looked down at me, her lips trembling. Unusually, she spoke first to Derus Robert.

Though she knew it was disrespectful, she could not contain herself. This was the first time in her life she had witnessed both sides growing through combat.

“…It makes no sense.”

Derus Robert shook his head, biting down on his trembling lips.

“It’s impossible.”

There exist martial artists who grow through combat. After all, he himself had grown through battles with the strong.

‘But….’

I had never seen two warriors grow stronger by influencing each other like this.

Raon and King Roman didn’t merely cultivate their own martial arts—they evolved them through mutual influence, each pushing the other forward.

Raon had learned the boldness and weight he lacked, while King Roman had rooted his thin sword energy in something far more substantial. Both warriors had filled their shortcomings through combat.
Both unmanned fighters filled in the gaps they lacked through combat.

On top of that, their growth rate was abnormally fast. It felt like Raon and Roman had simultaneously entered a state of oblivion. It was so absurd that even now, after the battle ended, my fingertips were trembling.

Tsk tsk.

Derus Robert removed his leather gloves. Even though he had merely watched Raon’s battle, blood dripped steadily from the back of his hands.

“That brat is going to be 22 in just one more day?”

I had long known of Raon Zigheart’s threat level, but seeing it firsthand, his growth far exceeded my expectations.

If that guy wakes up again, he might reach at least the peak of Grand Master level, or possibly even the highest tier of Grand Master.

“Even Glen wasn’t that bad.”

That’s not a normal growth rate. Even the leaders of the Six Emperors Five Demons or those with similar talents were only Masters at that age.

“If I continue to grow like this…”

Derus Robert chewed on his lip nervously.

“Before thirty. No. If I’m fast, I might reach transcendence before I turn twenty-five….”

I became certain that the wall of impossibility for humans would be broken by Raon Zigheart.

“How is that even possible?”

Something else had to be aiding him.
It seemed like something else was helping him out.

“I’m glad I came today.”

Derus Robert burned his blood-soaked gloves and donned a fresh pair.

‘That bastard cannot be allowed to live.’

Eliminating Raon took priority over countless powerhouses across the Continent. If he left that wretched creature alive, it would undoubtedly become the greatest obstacle to his plans.

“The Nambuk Alliance shows no sign of moving.”

Kubara narrowed her eyes as she observed the bandit leaders who refused to leave King Roman’s side.

“Fools consumed by emotion.”

Derus Robert withdrew the Blue Dragon Helmet from his subspace and placed it upon his head.
His presence twisted violently. An aura of death—as if he did not belong in this world—seeped forth insidiously.

….

Kubara lowered her head and moved her lips rapidly. The Shadow assassins hidden in the surroundings began to move in absolute silence.

“Nothing changes in the end. Today, the brightest star will set, and soon after….”

Derus looked down upon Raon and the Gwangpung Corps, twisting his lips into a cruel smile.

“The greatest star of all will fall.”

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“No, this cannot be. This is….”

The healer treating King Roman trembled, his hands drenched in blood.

“It is already too late.”

He shook his head, saying that even a god could not save him now.

“Stop spouting nonsense!”
“See it through to the end!”
“This bastard! Do you want to die!”
“Enough.”

As the bandit leaders pressed the healer, King Roman weakly raised his hand.

“Did I not tell you? I have no regrets in this life.”

King Roman turned to face the bandit leaders and let out a faint laugh.

“But Your Majesty….”
“What are you all doing!”

Beast Alliance Master Helgurum ground his teeth so hard they creaked.

“I clearly told you to strike at Zigheart! Why are you standing there!”

He raised his hand, demanding they attack Zigheart immediately.

“We cannot.”

The Black Wolf Bandit Leader bit his lip and shook his head.

“We cannot tarnish His Majesty’s honor.”
“Raon Zigheart must leave this place alive!”

The White Mountain Bandit Leader and Warrior Wolf Bandit Leader rose to their feet and blocked the path, unwilling to yield.

“You foolish wretches!”

Helgurum snarled and stepped forward.

“If Raon Zigheart returns, it will be a grave threat to the Alliance! I cannot guarantee I will stop him then!”
“Regardless, this duel to the death was a just contest. Even if he falls to the Sword Demon later, we must let him leave today.”

The Black Wolf Bandit Leader closed his eyes firmly, as if King Roman’s spirit dwelled within him.

“Kuhehehehe….”

King Roman pushed himself up with trembling hands, lifting his upper body from the ground.

“You look exhausted, Beast Alliance Master.”

His lips twisted into a grimace, his complexion as pallid as if all the blood had drained from his body.

“You….”

Helgurum swallowed hard as he met King Roman’s sunken gaze.

‘A final flash of brilliance.’

Like a candle burning most brilliantly just before its extinction, King Roman was burning away his last breath of life.

“The Nambuk Alliance was originally forged by heroes of mountains and rivers who understood loyalty and the weight of strength. Yet….”

King Roman shook his head with a bitter laugh.

“Shameless creatures like you have gathered here, turning it into a place worse than a cesspool.”

He gathered strength in his legs and rose to his feet. Standing on both legs despite a state where collapse would have been unremarkable, he looked down upon Helgurum.

The healer’s eyes trembled violently. It was nothing short of a miracle.

“True strength is not measured by refusing to fall. It is the ability to walk forward without shame in oneself.”

King Roman’s gaze turned toward Raon, who lay collapsed. He nodded as he observed the bandit leaders standing before him with reddened eyes.

“Did you witness my fight?”
“Y-yes, we did.”
“Then that is enough. Live your lives without shame before yourselves.”

With those final words, King Roman collapsed. Even in death, he did not close his eyes—as if he would continue to watch what Helgurum and the warriors of the Nambuk Alliance would do.

“Damn this bastard!”

Helgurum glared at the lifeless King Roman, his fists clenched until they bled.

“This is your last chance! Strike at Zigheart!”

He raised his finger as if to say this was the end.

“I must refuse.”
“Even if we die, we cannot retreat.”
“Raon Zigheart has received the Demon King’s recognition. We will return him alive, no matter what.”

The Black Wolf Bandit Leader, the White Mountain Bandit Leader, and the Warrior Wolf Bandit Leader blocked the path and drew their weapons.

“Ha!”

Helgurum let out an incredulous laugh.

“Fine! If that’s how you want it, I’ll kill all of you together!”

As he furrowed his brow and raised his hand, Rimer and Sheryl stepped forward.

“So there are still those with honor left in the Nambuk Alliance.”

Sheryl placed her hand on the hilt of her sword as she looked at the bandit leaders.

“Indeed. Perhaps we didn’t expect it? My heart aches with emotion.”

Rimer drew his sword and sniffled.

“But listen here.”

He pointed his sword at Helgurum and lifted his chin defiantly.

“Whether we leave this place is our choice. It’s not something a wretch like you gets to decide.”

Rimer beckoned with his fingers, inviting him to come at him.

“Beorn.”

Helgurum bit his lip as he called Beorn’s name.

“Kill them all.”
“Yes.”

Beorn lowered his head and drew his sword.

A resonant metallic ring echoed through the air.

Helgurum also seemed ready to act directly, gripping his spear tighter.

“Huff…”

The Black Wolf Bandit Leader bit his lip hard.

‘I might die here.’

Even with Zigheart swordsmen at my back, my opponent was the Beast Alliance Master. No one could stop a Transcendent like him.

‘Beyond that, Beorn is also a problem.’

Beorn was a master who reached Grand Master at a young age. Stopping him seemed equally difficult.

“You take Raon Zigheart and escape!”

The Black Wolf Bandit Leader turned back and shouted at Sheryl and Rimer.

“The river is right there! We’ll hold them here, so focus on getting out!”
“That won’t work.”

Just as he was about to mention the river route, a black shadow surged from the right.

“Toys shouldn’t move on their own.”

A swordsman in a blue dragon helm emerged from the shadow, sneering as he brought down his black blade.

“Ah…”

The Black Wolf Bandit Leader’s lips trembled.

‘I can’t stop that.’

Even with a guard, death was inevitable—such was the beautiful trajectory of that blade. My throat already stung as if my breath had been cut short.

‘I apologize. I cannot keep my promise….’

It was the moment the Black Wolf Bandit Leader closed his eyes, gazing upon the fallen King Roman.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

A wall of crimson lightning erupted upward, incinerating every trace of the death aura that had been descending.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

From within the lightning bolts that shattered space itself, a golden-haired, red-eyed old swordsman emerged. The Thunder God, Glen Zigheart. He, who should have remained in Zigheart, now raised the Divine Heaven Sword at the Rabel River.

“So you’ve come after all.”

Within the blue dragon helmet, a cold light flickered. Derus Robert smiled slightly, as if he had anticipated Glen’s arrival.

“Who are you.”

Glen narrowed his eyes, pointing the Divine Heaven Sword at Derus Robert.

“The Heavenly Demon.”

Derus Robert spoke the name of the Heavenly Demon with his chin tilted.

“Eden’s Heavenly Demon, they call me.”
“If that is your final words….”

Glen’s eyes gleamed with a piercing light, as if he could see through everything about Derus Robert.

“Then die by that name.”

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