The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 708

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Chapter 708

Crack!

Beorn stamped his left foot to drive Pedrick back, then drove his blade deeper into Raon Zigheart’s heart as it sank beneath the river’s surface.

‘It pierced through.’

I felt the sensation of the blade tearing through flesh. But a Grand Master’s life is tenacious. I needed to ensure the kill was absolute.

Whoooosh!

Beorn paid no heed to the silver frost and water droplets erupting from the river as he ignited a River Resonance at the blade’s tip.

“Stop!”

Rimer was rushing toward me at the speed of light, so I detonated the River Resonance immediately.

Boom!

The River Resonance ignited at the blade’s edge exploded, and a devastating shockwave swept across all directions.
The cascading spray of water sent the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen tumbling in every direction.

“Argh!”

Rimer screamed and thrust his blade at Beorn.

Clang!

Beorn raised the longsword that had been submerged in the river water and blocked Rimer’s strike. His blade was smeared with sticky blood.

“It’s already over.”
“Nonsense!”

Rimer bit his lip and pressed his blade forward, but Beorn’s gaze remained serene.

“I pierced Raon Zigheart’s heart and detonated the River Resonance. Even a Transcendent cannot survive that.”

Beorn shook his head, saying that Raon must have been torn to shreds and killed.

“As if that bastard would die so easily!”

Rimer shoved Beorn aside roughly and dove into the river to search for Raon.

“You want to die?”

A crimson bloodlust bloomed across Martha’s dark eyes. Unable to contain herself, she erupted into a berserk state and charged at Beorn.

“Shut your mouth!”

Burren Zigheart also tensed the tendons in his hand and conjured blades of wind.

Shriiiing!

Rather than meet the attacks from Rimer, Burren Zigheart, and Martha head-on, Beorn retreated and dissipated his force.

“I have no reason to fight you.”

He narrowed his eyes, declaring that he had already completed his mission.

“Hey, you’re certain you killed him, right?”

The Evil Goat Demon twisted his mouth as he blocked Rabawin’s blade.

“As I said, I detonated the Kang Hwan inside his heart. Raon Zigheart is dead.”

Beorn spoke of Raon’s death as if crushing their last hope.

“You….”
“Aah….”

Burren Zigheart and Martha lowered their swords as if their strength had drained away. The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen also trembled with their jaws clenched.

As everyone stood speechless with wide eyes, Lunan Slion stepped forward.

“He’s not dead.”

She shook her head, her gaze unwavering and resolute.

“Raon won’t die!”

Lunan’s clear cry rang out as she summoned a torrent of azure frost.

“Right. That madman couldn’t possibly be dead!”

Martha nodded and rushed after Lunan.

“I have no intention of fighting you.”

Beorn retreated without drawing his blade. He declared this was as far as he would go, then vanished into the shadows of the waves.

“Kahahahahaha!”

The Evil Goat Demon laughed with twisted satisfaction even as blood spilled from his lips under Rabawin’s relentless assault.

“At last, the meddler is dead.”

His distorted eyes fixed upon Lunan.

“Lunan. Now you and I can finally become one. Such a blissful moment awaits…”
“That will never happen.”

Lunan maintained her composure even as she faced the Evil Goat Demon’s chilling presence. Her eyes remained serene, unshaken by any circumstance.

“Raon won’t die, and I will be the one to kill you.”
“Kill me, you say?”

A crimson tongue flicked out from beneath the Evil Goat Demon’s helmet.

“That wouldn’t be so bad.”

He laughed with anticipation and gestured with his hand.

“I’ll come for you soon.”

The Evil Goat Demon slashed his own palm with his longsword. As the blood-stained blade shortened, his form grew hazy, as though consumed by mist.

“What are you doing!”

Rabawin’s blade slashed through the Evil Goat Demon, but he dissipated like smoke, vanishing without a trace. It seemed he’d used that artifact to appear here as well.

“Damn it!”

Rabawin struck the river water in frustration. He slapped his own cheek to regain his senses, then lifted his gaze.

“Everyone get down! Search the entire river!”
“Yes!”

The sailors aboard the Cheongpung equipped themselves and descended into the river waters to search for Raon.

“Let’s go too. He’s alive—we have to find him no matter what.”
“Right. He’s not the type to die here.”

Martha bit her lip and entered the river first. Burren and the Gwangpung Corps warriors nodded and followed in her wake.

“….”

Lunan descended into the river last, his trembling hands clenched into fists.

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Rumble, rumble, rumble!

The riverbank where I and King Roman had fought to the death had been completely transformed.

All the earth and forest had vanished, leaving only an endless expanse of water like a sea. The entire battlefield had been carved away, and water now filled that void.

Splash!

The Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior was hurled across the shallow river waters. Black blood dripped from his mouth, and his right shoulder was completely shattered, swaying like a reed in the wind.

“Kugh, kugh, kugh.”

The Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior straightened his waist calmly, as if he felt no pain. He grinned as he watched Glen, who hadn’t moved an inch from his original position.

“Is this the Heaven’s Seamless Sword Technique? It certainly transcends the realm of humanity.”
“You find this amusing?”

The Nambeop Leader wiped the blood trickling from beneath his lips, his brow furrowed. His complexion too had darkened—he bore wounds of his own.

“How could I not?”

The Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior chuckled and began to applaud.

“I’ve gained enlightenment.”

He scratched his own neck as he gazed at Glen’s blade, savoring this newfound realm.

Crack!

As the Blue Dragon Helmet Swordsman licked his lips and raised his black blade, the fractured sky shattered completely, and Chamber and Tacheon burst forth from the spatial rift.
Both mages bore the scars of a brutal battle within that space—not a single part of them remained unscathed.

“Damn mask!”

Chamber hurled her witch hat—more than half of it torn away—backward and gnashed her teeth.

“Even at your age, the epithet ‘Grand Mage of Yeongwha’ still suits you well.”

Tacheon brushed dust from his tattered robe and smiled faintly.

“Though I notice small openings appearing. Your power is waning.”
“That’s coincidence. I’ve also thought of a way to break your wings.”

Chamber flicked her fingers as if suggesting they begin anew.

“Stand down.”

Glen stepped beside Chamber and raised the Heavenly Sword. Lightning blazed across the white blade, transforming into thousands of bolts that engulfed heaven and earth.

Boom!

The Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior, the Nambeop Leader, and Tacheon—three transcendents—were driven back by the lightning strike, coughing up blood.

“Let’s end this here.”
“What? Kahahaha!”

As Glen, his complexion turning ashen, began to unfold the Heavenly Sword, the Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior seized his own ears and burst into maniacal laughter—so bizarre that the entire battle seemed to pause.

“Yes. So it’s come to this. Perfect timing.”
“What on earth—”
“I think we should stop playing now.”

He waved his hand dismissively.

“You cannot escape this place alive.”

As Glen furrowed his brow and moved forward, two streaks of golden brilliance descended from the distant sky.

Boom!

The river was torn asunder, and a wall rose between the Zigheart forces and their enemies.

“This is—”

Sheryl raised her gaze, her twin blades lowered. Five brilliant lights flickered across the darkened night sky.
Dragons. Ancient-tier dragons at that.

Uuuuuung!

The Gold Dragon, the mightiest among them, shimmered before transforming into human form and descending before Glen and the Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior.

“The Dragon Lord.”

Glen bit his lip as he gazed upon the Dragon Lord blocking his path.

“Stop.”

The Dragon Lord extended his hand toward Glen and the Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior.

“I cannot overlook any further combat.”

He shook his head, telling them to stop fighting.

“You always show up at moments like this.”

Glen’s lips curled as he looked at the Dragon Lord.

“If you don’t withdraw, I’ll cut you down as well.”
“You’re saying you’ll wage war against dragons right now?”
“You made the first move. I decide when we ascend to the heavens.”

He raised the Soul Reaper Sword as if he meant every word. A pure white radiance, distinct from lightning, blazed forth and illuminated heaven and earth.

Roooooaaar!

The aura of the absolute swordsman—a title that barely did him justice—contained both mystery and despair in equal measure.

“Insane… absolutely insane!”

The Dragon Lord stumbled backward in shock, while the Nambeop Leader bit his lips until they bled. Even Tacheon’s mask contorted with tension.

“How about you listen to what I have to say before you swing?”

Yet the Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior stepped forward as if amused.

“That Raon Zigheart you came all this way to protect.”

He drew a finger across his throat and laughed.

“He’s dead.”
“….”

Glen’s crimson eyes surged with turbulent emotion, and the Soul Reaper Sword—which seemed like it could never break—tilted downward.

“Bullshit!”

Sheryl shook her head, dismissing the words as nonsense.

“Don’t believe him! This is a trick to escape this place!”

Roen also furrowed his brow, clearly convinced it was a lie.

“We’ll know if it’s real or fake once we get there. After all, he died where you stationed your pirate ship.”

The Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior shrugged his shoulders, insisting it wasn’t a lie.

“How tragic that all the protagonists of today have perished.”

Despite his words of sorrow, he laughed while covering his mouth.

“A pirate ship….”

Glen’s hand trembled as he gripped the Soul Reaper Sword, his gaze fixed on the Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior.

‘Could it be true…?’

Aris’s pirate ship, the Cheongpung, had been waiting in a location beyond the Nambuk Alliance’s sight before ascending.
The fact that they’d noticed the Cheongpung meant there was a real possibility something had happened to Raon.

“If you don’t go now, you won’t even be able to recover the body.”

The Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior waved his hand, suggesting they hurry and leave.

“Old man, in your current state, you can’t fight them anyway.”

Chamber let out a low breath and shook her head.

“Let’s confirm Raon’s condition first, then decide our next move.”

She gathered mana, offering to send them via teleportation magic.

“…Understood.”

Glen nodded, his jaw clenched tightly.

“If anything has happened to Raon, I’ll make sure none of you live or die in peace.”

Flames blazed above his pupils, his sincerity unmistakable.

“Wait.”

The Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior stepped back and opened his palm.

“Prepare yourself.”

As Chamber closed her eyes, a colossal magic circle materialized above the river, enveloping the Zigheart warriors and Valcar mages within its luminous boundaries.

Whoooooosh!

The moment she snapped her fingers, the warriors and mages standing upon the magic circle transformed into light and vanished.

“Phew.”

Derus Robert, the Blue Dragon Helmet Warrior, whistled and laughed.

“Is Raon Zigheart truly dead?”

The Nambeop Leader approached him, his eyes narrowing.

“Yes. He’s definitely dead.”

Derus nodded while smoothing the back of his hand.

“Then we can’t just let them leave! This is our chance to kill Glen Zigheart!”

The Nambeop Leader clenched his fists, questioning what Derus was thinking.

“No. Engaging them now would be suicide. We should let them go.”

Tacheon smacked his lips, as if he’d read Derus’s thoughts.

“You’re sharp, as always.”

Derus chuckled and tapped his temple with a finger.

“I never intended to kill Glen from the start. I couldn’t even if I tried.”
“Then why have we been fighting all this time?”
“To sharpen my blade.”
“Sharpen your blade?”
“Yes. Now that I’ve finished honing it…”

He curled his lips into a wide grin and drew the black sword across his body.

“All I need to do now is thrust.”

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Boom!

The Zigheart and Valcar Alliance descended as a brilliant flash of light before the pirate ship Cheongpung.

“Hmm….”

Glen narrowed his eyes as he surveyed the river waters scattered with fragments of the deck.
Few people remained on the surface of the water, but he could sense the presence of many within its depths.

“M-Master!”

Rabawin, standing in the river and breathing heavily, bowed his head to Glen. His eyes trembled as if struck by waves.

“What happened? More importantly, what of Raon?”

Glen immediately spoke Raon’s name as he descended before Rabawin.

“We were ambushed while transporting Young Master Raon. The Evil Goat Demon appeared using a teleportation artifact….”

Rabawin quickly recounted what had transpired at this location.

“…They claimed that Young Master Raon was dead and then vanished.”

He shook his lowered head, his expression filled with shame.

“The aura exploded while his chest was pierced?”

Sheryl clicked her teeth together. If the aura had detonated while his heart was pierced, she wouldn’t have survived either—it would have been instant death.

“Yes. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that Master Raon couldn’t possibly be dead, so we’re searching now….”
“Tell everyone to come out.”
“Ah, yes!”

Rabawin dove into the water and sent an aura message, and soon the sailors of the Gwangpung Corps and Cheongpung emerged above the river’s surface.
Their faces were drenched, tears and river water mingling together in deep streaks.

“Haaaaah….”
“Ughhhh….”

Rimer, Burren, Martha, and Lunan emerged last, and the four of them looked deathly pale, as if they were surfacing for the first time.

“H-Head of House.”
“Stand back.”

Glen stepped forward and raised his right hand.

Kuguguguguguuu!

His will erupted explosively, and the river water rose in massive droplets, lifting the entire river itself upward.

“I’ll hold it.”

Chamber pressed her hands together, and a wall of mana rose in the space carved out by the rising water, preventing it from flowing back down.

“Everyone, search below!”

Without even catching his breath, Rimer leaped down to the riverbed where the water had vanished. The Gwangpung Corps followed suit, diving down without even wiping the water from their bodies to continue the search.

….

Glen scanned the riverbed even as he held the water suspended above.

‘He’s not here.’

The river bottom held only soil and gravel—no sign of a person. Bones of monsters and humans lay scattered about, but none of them could be Raon’s.

‘Raon!’

You’re not the kind to die in a place like this!

Grrrrgh!

Glen gritted his teeth and lifted more water from the river.
Even for him, after such a grueling battle, internal injuries had surfaced—blood dripped from his lips. Yet his control of his will never wavered.

“Uh, he doesn’t seem to be here.”

Chamber’s voice came out rigid as she bit her lip. After scanning the entire surroundings, she lowered her head, confirming that Raon was nowhere to be found.

“Ah….”

Martha let out a gasp as she spotted a gleaming crimson dagger shining on the river bottom that had finally been exposed. It was the Soul Reaper Sword—its sheath shattered and broken.

“This… this is….”

Trembling, she picked up the Soul Reaper Sword and brought it to Glen.

“It’s Raon’s sword.”
“….”

Glen gazed at the Soul Reaper Sword nestled in the half-shattered sheath, then closed his eyes.
This wasn’t damage from striking the bottom. The sheath had been violently shattered by a tremendous external impact.

Crunch!

Blood dripped across Glen’s hand as he gripped the Soul Reaper Sword.
His emotions infused his will and radiated outward—the water suspended in the air evaporated, and crimson heat began to blaze from the river bottom.

“Sheryl.”

Glen wiped the blood trickling from his lips and turned his gaze.

“Convene the family council. The agenda is….”

He gazed up at the moonless sky, his lips tightening with tension.

“The destruction of the Nambuk Alliance. No—the annihilation of Oma.”

Glen declared it with unwavering resolve, as though the consequences that would follow were of no concern to him.

“H-Head of House!”

Rimer rushed forward and dropped to his knees before Glen.

“Raon hasn’t died yet!”
“Y-You’re right! He’s not the kind to perish here!”
“That bastard won’t die!”
“He’s alive.”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan shook their heads as they insisted the search must continue.

“….”

Glen closed his eyes in silence, then opened them again.

“The search continues. But we cannot simply remain idle.”

That boy who only wished to grow stronger. That boy whose eyes burned with confidence as he declared he would elevate Sylvia to the Main Lineage. That boy who never once received a single word of affection from his wretched grandfather—I could not let him go like this.

“Convene the family council….”

It was as Glen revealed the depths of his fury, resolved to see this through to the end.

Kuguguguguuu!

The surging waves split apart, and Lectar emerged from the depths. He bit his lip, sensing the unease that permeated the chaotic scene.

“What is the meaning of this?”
“….”

The gazes of Glen and Lectar collided with violent intensity.

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