The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 705

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Chapter 705

Crash!

As the Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior extended his arm in a sweeping arc, hundreds of streaks of deathly aura coiling around his blade shot toward me like flashes of lightning.

“Crude.”

Glen didn’t retreat at the sight of the rushing deathly aura. Instead, he pressed forward and brought the Heavenly Sword down in a decisive strike.

Crack!

Lightning crackled across the pristine blade, devouring every trace of the deathly aura.
Where the Heavenly Sword passed, only a faint breeze remained—so delicate it couldn’t even stir a strand of hair.

“Did you truly think you could face me with only this level of skill?”

Glen lowered the spotless Heavenly Sword, his eyes narrowing. Beneath his feet, the deathly aura trampled by lightning scattered like mist.

“It’s premature to judge so quickly.”

The Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior laughed and flicked his fingers.

“Let’s save the evaluation for after everything is done!”

As he twisted his wrist, a sphere of condensed deathly aura erupted from the empty air.

Boom!

The pitch-black sphere crushed the space around it, extending toward Glen’s heart.

“As I said. Crude.”

Glen lowered his left hand—the one not holding the Heavenly Sword—and the sphere hurtling toward him dropped like a puppet with its strings cut, crashing into the ground.

Boom!

Death’s aura erupted from underground, and the river bank and waters flipped entirely.

“To borrow your grandson’s words….”

The Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior laughed with delight and drew his blade back over his shoulder.
Not merely the sword edge, but his entire body began to burn with death’s aura.

“You’re still far from victory!”

With a roar-like cry, the Blue Dragon Helmet Swordsman surged forward with his black blade. The pressure that descended upon Glen was more than twice as devastating as any sword strike he’d unleashed.

“The weight of that child’s words….”

Glen’s gaze froze with icy coldness. Lightning crackling with fury bloomed along the blade of his Divine Heavenly Sword.

“Far differs from a wretch like you.”

The blood-soaked lightning blade intercepted the Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior’s charge.

Kwaaaaaang!

The moment blade met blade, a tremendous shockwave erupted and space fractured as if torn asunder, yet Glen didn’t yield a single step.
He stood his ground and suppressed the Blue Dragon Helmet Swordsman with one hand alone.

Crunch!

With a bone-chilling sound of twisting bone, the Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior’s legs buckled beneath him.

“The old man’s got strength. But….”

Despite his shoulders being pressed down by the Divine Heavenly Sword, the Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior maintained an effortless smile.

“This isn’t my full power, is it?”

He shrugged lightly as if to say this much wouldn’t suffice.

“….”

Glen’s brow furrowed as he studied the Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior’s gaze.

‘He’s holding back his strength.’

Despite displaying power comparable to when facing the White Blood Cult Master, he showed composure—meaning this man wasn’t fighting with his full force either.

‘That fool wasn’t wrong to call him dangerous.’

Ogram had said he couldn’t guarantee victory even in a one-on-one duel with the man in the dragon helmet.
At first, I thought it was due to the peril inherent in the aura of death, but that wasn’t the issue.

The man himself was formidable regardless of the death aura. Among the leaders of the Six Emperors Five Demons, few could match him.

‘It would be worthwhile to force him to reveal his hidden strength.’

A warrior of this caliber wouldn’t appear suddenly. It seemed wise to make him display his true power and discern the origin of his martial arts.

Crash!

The moment Glen twisted his wrist, the man in the dragon helmet was violently pushed backward.

“What…?”

The man in the dragon helmet’s eyes widened in confusion, as if he couldn’t comprehend what had just happened.

“Let me show you the difference in our levels.”

Glen raised the Heavenly Sword, aiming at the gleaming eyes within the blue dragon helmet. The swordsman who touched the heavens merely assuming a ready stance caused the world to tremble. A noble aura, as if the man himself had transformed into the sword of heaven, radiated outward in all directions.
A noble aura, as if the man himself had transformed into the sword of heaven, radiated outward in all directions.

“Many unexpected things are happening today.”

The man in the blue dragon helmet trembled, seemingly overwhelmed by Glen’s aura.

“Still, I must do what I came to do.”

He shook the lingering impact from his right hand and struck toward Glen’s right side. The black sword, brimming with the aura of death, was unleashed like lightning.

Clang clang clang clang!

The Heavenly Sword and black sword interlocked, their auras clashing and devouring each other.

Clang!

Glen and the Blue Dragon Helmet Swordsman exchanged blades in the narrow space where their breaths intertwined. It was a contest of pure martial skill, not raw aura.

Crash!

After dozens of clashes, the man in the Blue Dragon Helmet was forced back with a rebound.
With each step backward, the battlefield carved deeper. He hadn’t fully dissipated Glen’s power.

“Cough…”

The man in the Blue Dragon Helmet spat blood onto the ground and exhaled roughly.

“Either way, I cannot win.”

He bit his lip, acknowledging that Glen surpassed him in swordsmanship, aura, and endurance alike.

“Are you satisfied now?”

The Nambeop Leader approached from the side with a smirk.

“Not yet.”

The Blue Dragon Helmet Swordsman brushed his hands clean as if to signal this was the end.

“Still, I got a taste of it.”
“Then let’s begin the real fight.”

As the Nambeop Leader extended his hand, the river water surged upward like a dragon ascending, gathering into his palm to form the shape of a blue spear.
It was the Sea Spirit Spear, one of the ancient weapons that chose its own master.

Roar!

The man in the Blue Dragon Helmet shed his composure and raised a black sword overhead.
The aura of death burning from the blade grew increasingly dense, erupting into black lightning. It was as if he were mimicking Glen.

“Crude from start to finish.”

Glen revealed his piercing killing intent and planted the Jincheon Sword at his center. The lightning surging from the blade covered heaven and earth, radiating crimson brilliance.

“Sword Realm Incarnate.”

His sunken voice twisted the world itself.

“Thousand Swordless Peaks.”

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“Phew….”

Dorian released a relieved sigh while gripping the helm.

“We somehow managed to survive.”

Even as he spoke of his relief, tension still gripped him—his stomach churning with nausea.

“It’s all thanks to the Organization Master. That man never even entertained the thought of defeat.”

Crain exhaled slowly while watching Raon lie with his eyes closed.

“There’s no way that’s true. Raon must have been confident in his victory from the moment he wagered his life.”

Burren muttered that he was a terrifying man and shook his head.

“That man has never broken a promise. You just have to trust him.”

Martha painted a subtle smile across her face as she applied trauma ointment to Raon’s abdomen.

“That doesn’t sound like something a mad woman would say.”

Lunan shook his head at Martha with a wry smile.

“This is really….”
“Raon is in a critical condition today.”

She ignored Martha, who was rushing toward her, and carefully brushed back Raon’s hair.

“Everyone, stay alert.”

Rimer, standing beside Raon, clapped his hands loudly.

“It’s not over yet.”

His eyes, sunken deeper than usual, swept across their surroundings.

“We need to be especially careful about the parts that deviate from Raon’s predictions.”
“Deviations, you say…?”
“Eden.”

Rimer’s eyes narrowed as he looked toward Dorian.

“Raon predicted that the Black Tower would come, not Eden. A significant variable has emerged.”

He tapped his fingertips together, his expression troubled.

“Hmm…”

Mark Goeten nodded and moved toward the bow, spreading his senses outward.

“But who is this agent of Eden that the Organization Master recruited?”

Burren’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Rimer.

“From what Tacheon said, they seem to be of executive rank…”
“It must be Merlin.”

Rimer stroked his chin, his gaze lowering.

“M-Merlin?”
“That mad woman?”
“Yes. Merlin kept blocking Oma’s interference while pretending to capture Raon. We overlooked it at the time due to urgency, but thinking back now, it’s extraordinarily suspicious.”

Merlin had appeared whenever Raon faced danger, engaging other members of Oma in combat.
They had assumed her madness was the reason, but hearing Tacheon’s account, it became clear she was undoubtedly the agent conspiring with Raon.

“I saw it too!”

Dorian’s eyes widened as he raised his hand.

“When we all died and came back to life before, Merlin suddenly appeared and found the Organization Master, didn’t she?”

He swallowed hard, recalling when the Gwangpung Corps nearly perished at the hands of the Flame Demon Army.

“I understand that Merlin is on Raon’s side. But…”

Martha turned around and bit her lip.

“The fact that Merlin didn’t know Eden was hiding, even though she’s a spy…”
“It means Merlin’s identity as a spy has been exposed.”

Burren nodded while looking at me.

“Then… what about Merlin now?”
“She’s either already been caught or in grave danger.”

Rimer rubbed the back of his neck, reasoning that Merlin must have been in such a hurry that she couldn’t relay her message to me.

“Ah…”
“So…”
“For now, let’s focus only on escaping this place. We’ll figure out the rest later…”

Rimer stopped mid-sentence and turned his head. Numerous presences were stirring from behind.

“Prepare for battle.”

Rimer placed his hand on his sword and turned around.

“Prepare for battle!”

As Burren repeated Rimer’s command, the entire Gwangpung Corps spread out across the deck and drew their swords. They summoned the winds of the Gwangpung Style to maintain the Grand Gwangpung Formation on the swaying deck.

About a minute passed.

With a sound like a blade cutting through river water, small speedboats emerged into view.

Two warships were also present, and powerful auras rippled above their flags—a sign that the Alliance Leaders themselves had come.

“Found them! They’re over here!”
“I can see Raon Zigheart and the Gwangpung Corps! Increase speed!”

On land, those who appeared to be from the White Blood Cult and assassins were closing in. With Archbishop-level fighters visible among them, they couldn’t be ignored.

Rimer’s eyes narrowed as he observed the Nambuk Alliance pursuing from the river and the assassins chasing from the land.

‘At this rate, we’ll be caught.’

Dorian’s ship was fast, but without properly catching the river currents, it would only be a matter of time before they were overtaken.
The battlefield needed to shift—not here, but onto the enemy’s vessel.

Shing!

Rimer drew his sword, wrapping it in the winds of Garunua.

“Protect Raon here. I’ll be back shortly.”

He issued orders to the three squad leaders and leaped into the river.

Whoosh!

Riding the wind and currents, he landed on the speedboat that had drawn closest.

“W-what, a light sword!”
“Attack!”

The river pirates and bandits rushed forward with weapons drawn, their eyes wide with shock.

“I don’t have time to play with you lot.”

Rather than targeting the armed pirates, Rimer unleashed his aura directly at the speedboat’s flag.

Boom!

The central deck of the speedboat exploded outward, and the river pirates and bandits plummeted into the river below.

Crash!

Rimer kicked off the sinking bow and leaped onto the speedboat beside it, drawing his sword once more.

“Stop him!”
“He’s destroying the ships!”

Without sparing a glance at the panicked crew rushing toward him, he obliterated the vessel.

Boom!

Rimer sank every speedboat that had been pursuing Dorian’s ship, then turned his attention toward the warship.

‘If I can just destroy this warship, I’ll be able to escape without difficulty.’

The White Blood Sect was already falling behind, so destroying the warship would allow him to return to Zigheart unscathed.

“Hah.”

Rimer steadied his breathing and boarded the warship.

“Kill him!”
“Don’t let him destroy the ship!”

The crew surged forward from all directions as if they’d been waiting for this moment.

“Forgive me, but I’m in a hurry today.”

Rimer clenched his teeth and unleashed a gust of wind. A verdant aura bloomed along his blade, sweeping across the chests of the advancing crew.

Splurch!

The bodies of the crew members who had rushed forward split in half and toppled. They flailed their arms, bewildered by what had befallen them.

“Are you the captain?”

Rimer was moving toward the captain of the warship when—

Screech!

A grotesque roar echoed across the high heavens.

“That… that is…?”

Rimer’s lips trembled as he looked upward. A colossal skeleton blazed with dark mana—a bone dragon, resurrected as undead from a fallen dragon, descended upon them.

Kuguguguguuu!

Behind the bone dragon, an undead legion of gargoyles, wraiths, and specters surged forward.

Whoooosh!

The robe of the Strange Being riding atop the bone dragon’s back was torn away, revealing a skeletal mask with golden eyes blazing brilliantly.

“Phantom Soul Ghost?”

Rimer bit his lip at the sight of that skeletal mask. Only one being wore such a mask. It was undoubtedly the Phantom Soul Ghost who had fallen to Raon in the Arian Family.

‘Has he been resurrected?’

The Phantom Soul Ghost, wearing the mask of an Arch Lich, possessed the ability to resurrect. It seemed he had used that power to return to life.

‘Of all beings to return…’

The Phantom Soul Ghost was not a mage who excelled in one-on-one duels, but rather in many-versus-many chaos—in melee warfare, he was most formidable. In this situation, he was nothing short of a nightmare opponent.

‘And moreover…’

He had grown stronger.

The quality of dark mana emanating from the Phantom Soul Ghost and his undead had intensified. He had not merely been resurrected—he had returned far more powerful than before.

“Let us begin with proper introductions.”

As the Phantom Soul Ghost raised a finger, his eerie golden eyes gleaming, the bone dragon’s maw gaped wide. A torrent of dark breath erupted from its pitch-black throat, pouring down toward Dorian’s ship.

Kuwaaaaaaaang!

The Gwangpung Corps maintained the Great Gwangpung Formation in a defensive posture, blocking the True Dragon’s breath.
However, the ship suffered a tremendous impact, and its forward momentum dropped sharply.

“Kill them all!”

At the Phantom Soul Ghost’s cry, the undead legion guarding the True Dragon descended rapidly toward Dorian’s ship.

“Dorian! Increase speed!”

Rimer leaped from the warship into the river and unleashed blades of wind.

But there were too many undead to block them all.

“I’ll hold them off somehow… wait?”

He halted mid-stride, his gaze dropping to the water’s surface as his expression darkened.

‘They’re below too?’

Violent movement stirred beneath the water. The Phantom Soul Ghost’s undead legion wasn’t confined to the sky—they were also targeting Dorian’s ship from within the river itself.

‘Damn it.’

In this situation, there seemed no way to prevent Dorian’s ship from sinking.

“Come out! Now!”

The Phantom Soul Ghost attacked Dorian’s ship from all sides, as if calling for me to emerge.
As the undead legion descended upon the Gwangpung Formation, which had been struck by the True Dragon’s breath, the swordsmen’s movements became disoriented.

Boom!

Finally, to protect the ship and me, the Gwangpung Corps scattered in all directions, and the Great Gwangpung Formation collapsed.

“If you don’t come out now…”

The Phantom Soul Ghost gnashed his teeth and raised his hand. Dark mana gathered above his head, forming a massive sphere.

“I’ll obliterate you completely!”

A pitch-black sphere composed of dark mana descended toward Dorian’s ship.
The Gwangpung Corps attempted to reform the Gwangpung Formation, but there wasn’t enough time.

‘Too late!’

Rimer bit his lips until they bled. The sphere’s movement was far too swift. Neither the Gwangpung Corps nor he could stop it.

Zzzzzt!

Just as he was about to unleash a River Wheel to minimize the damage, a translucent light flickered before Dorian’s ship, and Merlin—wearing the Old Woman’s mask—burst forth.

Crackle crackle crackle!

White flames erupted from the magic circle Merlin deployed, intercepting the black sphere launched by the Phantom Soul Ghost.

Boom—!

A tremendous explosion erupted, causing Dorian’s ship to lurch as if it might capsize.

“Thank you! Because of you—wait?”

Rimer began to speak to Merlin but his lips trembled. Her mask was crushed halfway, and her robe was soaked in blood with tears scattered across it.

“Finally, you’ve emerged!”

The Phantom Soul Ghost let out an eerie laugh and nodded.

“Yes. I knew you’d come rushing out if I targeted Raon Zigheart.”

He clenched his fists, thinking that now he could finally have his revenge.

“Obsessive men are tiresome.”

Merlin let out a scoff in a voice that seemed to stutter and break.

“While trapped in the Golden Cage Aquarium, I thought of nothing but how to kill you. How to end you. How to torment you. How. How. How!”

A chilling madness blazed across the Phantom Soul Ghost’s eyes.

“If Tacheon hadn’t saved me, I would have lost my mind entirely in that place.”
“Seems like you already have?”

Merlin waved her hand dismissively, as if it were already too late.

“Very well. Let’s see how far that composure of yours extends.”

The Phantom Soul Ghost snapped his fingers, and countless undead legions erupted from his subspace.

“Huff.”

While Merlin and the Phantom Soul Ghost conversed, Rimer climbed back onto Dorian’s ship and caught his breath.

“Merlin. Let’s hold the line here. If you help us….”
“No.”

Merlin turned her gaze away and shook her head.

“We can’t hold it here.”

She gazed intently at Raon, cradled in Pedrick’s arms, then offered a subtle smile.

“What? What do you mean—”
“I’ll hold this place. You all focus on saving Raon.”

With a light gesture from Merlin, Dorian’s ship lifted into the air and surged forward at tremendous speed, as if caught in a tempest.

“Merlin!”

Rimer cried out toward Merlin, who had become a mere speck in an instant, but she did not respond.

“….”

Even as the ship streaked forward like a beam of light, Merlin’s gaze remained fixed solely on Raon.

‘This is enough.’

Through today’s life-or-death duel, Raon would ascend to even greater heights.

Unlike myself, who had walked through darkness, I could not help but be satisfied watching him walk down a path filled only with light.

“You got beaten half to death and ran away, then jump out the moment Raon is attacked? You’ve truly lost your mind.”

The Phantom Soul Ghost let out a scornful laugh as if dumbfounded.

“Foolish woman. Do you truly believe Raon Zigheart would accept you? You are nothing but a tool to be used and discarded.”

He shook his head, calling it pathetic.

“You’re right. Raon will never acknowledge me. There’s no future where we walk together.”

She nodded calmly.

“And yet you commit such a foolish act….”
“It doesn’t matter.”

Behind Merlin’s back, magnificent wings woven from magical circles unfurled. Even as blood spilled from her lips above the mask, she twisted her mouth into a smile.

“My love has always been one-sided, after all.”

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