The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 711

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Chapter 711

Crash!

Sylvia kicked off the deck of the sinking ship and plunged into the river.
Without even catching her breath, she immediately stepped into the void toward the next warship.

Roaaaar!

Once again, Sylvia’s body was bathed in golden radiance. It was the Hwigwangryu’s Eight Movements of Radiant Clouds that Raon had taught her.

“Stop her! Block her!”
“Don’t let that monster through!”
“Fire!”

From the Nambuk Alliance’s warship, crimson light flashed as magical cannons and arrows streaked toward Sylvia.

Whoosh!

Rather than block the magical cannons and arrows, Sylvia accelerated even further. Her body, wielding the Eight Movements of Radiant Clouds, advanced like pure lightning itself.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The magical cannons fell into the river where Sylvia had passed, raising towering waves.

Splash!

Sylvia used the surging waters as stepping stones to ascend onto the second warship.

“Kill her!”
“Block the path and push forward!”

The soldiers on the deck thrust their swords and spears as if they had been waiting. Dozens of auras extended forth, obscuring her vision.

Slash!

Sylvia unleashed the Hwigwangryu’s Extreme Flash. The sea-blue radiance she summoned swept across the soldiers’ chests.

“Aaahhh!”
“Wh-what is this…?”
“A monster…”

The sailors fell lifeless, their weapons clattering beside them, never understanding what had befallen them.

“Damn wench!”

The Hwang Sa Captain, who appeared to command this warship, roared and charged forward. His knee bent as he unleashed a torrent of aura that cut through the air with vicious intent.

Boom!

Sylvia did not defend. She pivoted her upper body to the right, evading the spear’s trajectory, then infused the blade held low with the radiance of Hwigwangryu.

Crash!

Azure light erupted from the sword’s edge, shattering the captain’s spear and tearing across his chest.

Splurt!

The Hwang Sa Captain staggered backward, clutching the gaping wound that had been torn from his chest.

“Ugh…”

His complexion drained to a deathly pallor as unbearable agony wracked his body.

“Where is Beorn?”

Sylvia raised her blade, still dripping with warm blood, and pointed it at the captain.

“Beorn? As for where that bastard is…”

The captain’s lips twisted into a grotesque smile as he lifted his chin.

“Ask him in hell!”

Undeterred by his agony, he hurled the half-shattered spear. Engulfed in emerald aura, it hurtled forward at tremendous speed.

“Then… die.”

Sylvia wielded Hwigwangryu and thrust her blade forward. The sea-blue aura blazing from the sword shattered the spear and created a dense burst of light.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

The terrifying wave of aura tore the captain’s upper body apart, and the remaining pirates coughed blood as they plummeted into the river.

“Haah…”

Sylvia lowered her sword and exhaled a turbid breath. Even before losing her power, she had never committed such a massacre, so her hands trembled violently.

But she could not stop here. She had to find Beorn, even if it meant slaughtering every pirate in this place.

Crunch.

Sylvia ground her teeth and turned her gaze. Bloody battles erupted across the entire Rabel River.

In terms of raw power, Zigheart held the advantage, but the river’s terrain favored the Nambuk Alliance, making the battle nearly even.

‘I need to move more.’

Finding Beorn was important, but she needed to destroy more warships to reduce Zigheart’s casualties.

Kwaaaang!

Sylvia stomped down heavily with her heel. The deck and keel shattered as the warship began sinking into the river.
She kicked off the bow and rushed toward her next target.

Kuuung!

As she boarded the third warship, she saw Zigheart swordsmen lying dead with their flesh crushed.
A unit commander was among them, and the deck was spotless, as if they hadn’t put up any resistance.

“Another moth has flown in.”

A middle-aged man in pure white priestly robes slowly opened his eyes.

“The Hwang Sa Captain.”

Sylvia bit her lip. Among the pirates, only the Hwang Sa Captain was eccentric enough to wear priestly robes, so she recognized him immediately.

However, he was more renowned for the martial prowess that elevated him to Grand Master than for that peculiar attire.

“That appearance. She’s a witch incarnate.”

The Hwang Sa Captain watched Sylvia’s crimson eyes gleam through her disheveled golden hair and clicked his tongue.

“Ogre. The witch of crimson eyes.”

He beckoned with a flick of his finger, inviting her to come.

Boom!

Sylvia surged forward to the Hwang Sa Captain’s right flank, wielding the Hwigwangryu with fervent intensity.

“Swift, but transparent.”

The Hwang Sa Captain extended his hand with deliberate slowness. The shockwave alone from his clenched fist sent Sylvia reeling backward.

Whoooosh!

Sylvia used her backward momentum as a springboard, surging forward again toward the Hwang Sa Captain.
She condensed her aura into her blade and unleashed a brilliant azure energy wave.

“Hmph.”

The Hwang Sa Captain snorted derisively and thrust forward a fist like a boulder. A white energy wave blazed from his fingertips.

Crash!

The collision of energy waves erupted in a violent shockwave that sent Sylvia hurtling backward, her back slamming against the railing.

“Ugh…”

She gasped from the impact reverberating through her back and wrists, yet immediately steadied her stance.

“Your resolve is commendable, but an energy wave without intent is merely a condensation of raw aura.”

The Hwang Sa Captain shook his head, declaring her technique immature.

“You cannot defeat me.”
“I don’t need to win. I just need to kill you.”

Sylvia’s crimson eyes blazed with a murderous intent so palpable it seemed to shimmer in the air. She became a golden flash, tearing across the deck.

Clang!

The azure blade descended at tremendous speed, but the Hwang Sa Captain deflected Sylvia’s strike with ease, his brow furrowing.

“I told you it wouldn’t work.”
“Then what do you expect me to do!”

Sylvia’s movements become even faster. They were so quick that even the Hwang Sa Captain’s eyes couldn’t keep up.

Blood sprayed.

Crimson droplets erupted from her shoulder, knee, and wrist. She was pushing her body beyond its limits.

Boom!

The Hwang Sa Captain was forced backward, unable to withstand the force channeled through Sylvia’s blade.

Clang clang clang!

Sylvia seized the opening, unleashing an endless barrage of strikes without regard for her own deteriorating body.

“Ugh…”

The Hwang Sa Captain could no longer sustain his defense against her ferocious assault, blood seeping from his shoulder, waist, and thigh as he groaned.

“A blade wielded while destroying oneself… what have you endured?”
“Do you know what ‘parental grief’ means?”

Sylvia’s hand trembled as she gripped her sword, her lips quivering.

“Parental grief?”
“It’s the anguish a parent feels losing a child. A pain so excruciating it tears at your very core. I’ve suffered that twice because of your Oma! If I cannot have my vengeance, then dying here is preferable!”

She shrieked, her blade raking across the Hwang Sa Captain’s chest.

“….”

The Hwang Sa Captain narrowed his eyes as he watched the blood spurting from his chest.

“So you are Raon Zigheart’s mother.”

He nodded as if understanding at last.

“The attack after the life-or-death duel. I didn’t approve of it either. To be honest, I wanted no part in this war. But as long as I make my living as a thief, there’s no helping it.”

The Hwang Sa Captain clenched his fist and bent his knees.

“I’ll send you without pain.”

He extended the fist he had folded at his waist. The fist stretched as if elongating, a white line trailing behind it, before a colossal river of force erupted before her eyes.

Whoooosh!

Sylvia drew every ounce of aura from her artificial core and unleashed the Hwigwangryu’s supreme technique, White Spirit Blade Slash.

Craaaaaash!

The second collision of river against river. Yet again, it was Sylvia who was pushed back.

“Ugh!”

Sylvia extended her blade while biting her lip until it bled. Though her aura was greater in quantity, she could not withstand the Hwang Sa Captain’s fist strike.

‘Is it because of that cursed intent?’

Just as he had said, a river of force without intent seemed unable to overcome one infused with true intent.

‘Fine. I’ll pour in as much as needed!’

Sylvia roared and advanced toward the Hwang Sa Captain’s river of force. With her eyes closed, she burned with a single desire.

‘All I wish for is the enemy’s death.’

Nothing else mattered.

She channeled her killing intent into the swelling mass of aura, determined to sever her enemy’s lifeline.

The river was pushed back, and such a thick, suffocating murderous aura blazed at the tip of Sylvia’s blade that even the wind fled.

With a ferocity that bordered on the absolute, the blue sphere of killing intent consumed the Hwang Sa Captain’s aura clash.

Kuwaaaaang!

The two distorted aura clashes exploded, and Sylvia was sent flying backward, crashing onto the deck.

“Ugh….”

She coughed up blood as she pushed herself upright.

“Splendid.”

The Hwang Sa Captain nodded, speaking with admiration. Despite the hole the size of a head pierced through his abdomen, his eyes remained serene.

“So Raon Zigheart is truly the greatest prodigy on the Continent. Now I understand why.”

He spoke of how a lion’s child could only be born a lion, then collapsed.

“Haah….”

Sylvia’s hands trembled as she forced herself onto her knees. She had won by fortune alone, but the internal injuries were severe enough to make her head spin.
She wanted to rest, but there was no time for that now.

Whoooosh!

She forced herself to her feet and advanced toward the next warship.

‘I cannot stop. Not now.’

Not until I find Beorn.

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I gathered the scorching heat of Manhwagong in my right hand and the frigid cold of Glaceia in my left, closing my eyes.

‘At this rate, they’ll keep clashing endlessly.’

No matter whether I buried the two energies in the earth, forced them into my blade, or even tore the Mental World itself apart, they continued to bare their fangs at one another.

Fire and frost were attributes locked in the most extreme opposition. Left unchecked, they could only wage an eternal conflict.

‘But I can’t simply expand my Mental World right now either.’

My Mental World had already expanded beyond its natural limits thanks to the Ring of Fire.
To grow further, I had no choice but to create nine Rings of Fire.

‘In the end, it comes down to how I master both the cold and the heat….’

Simply gathering them wouldn’t allow Manhwagong and Glaceia to grow. I needed to give them a definite form.

‘Form, then….’

Yes. It had always been about imagery.

Glen, Lectar, Rimer, even Wrath—the strong had always emphasized that manifesting imagery in one’s mind was crucial.

‘An image of flame and frost….’

I gazed up at the white sky, a faint smile crossing my face.

‘I have just the thing.’

As I pondered how to strengthen Manhwagong and Glaceia, the sun and moon naturally came to mind.

Specifically, the golden sun and silver moon that rose when achieving Divine Demon Harmony.

Those mystical forms of sun and moon that ordinarily could never coexist would provide tremendous aid in the growth of Glaceia and Manhwagong.

I slowly closed my eyes, envisioning the sun and moon of Divine Demon Harmony, drawing forth all the energy of Manhwagong and Glaceia.

I shaped the sun forged from flames to reveal its ferocity beneath its weight, and the moon condensed from frost to shimmer with serenity within its madness.

Roooaaarrr!

As I drew my own sun and moon, the flames and frost that had been coiling around the Mental World slowly ascended and constructed their own castle in the sky.

The sun positioned in the West cradled brilliant flames, while the moon that surged from the East was wrapped in an eerie chill that would freeze anything it touched.

Kwaaaaaaah!

As the sun and moon rose simultaneously, a magnificent aura spread across the Mental World.

Yet the transformation was not finished. The swords embedded in the white Battlefield burst with vivid light and sprouted thicker sprouts.

I exhaled softly as I gazed upon the surging swords.

‘My swordsmanship has grown as well?’

The swordsmanship techniques freed from the oppression of my powerful aura revealed their own colors and granted me new accomplishments.

I had thought swordsmanship and aura were inseparable, but it seemed they didn’t always progress in that direction.

‘I’ve learned something new again.’

I slowly steadied my breathing and lifted my gaze.

Eight rings of fire floating at the center of the sky, and the sun and moon weaving between them. An exclamation escaped my lips unbidden at the sight that revealed both mystery and nobility.

As I nodded with a satisfied smile, black cracks began to spread across the entire Mental World.

‘Is it time to leave?’

It seemed like a signal that since Manhwagong and Glacia had reached new realms, it was now time for me to depart.

Uuuuuuung!

Feeling as though I were falling slowly like a feather, I lifted my eyelids, and the Mental World vanished, replaced by a low, transparent ceiling that came into view.

‘Am I underwater?’

I could feel water flowing around me. Yet there was no problem with my breathing.

‘So this is how it turned out….’

As I predicted the situation and smacked my lips, a message materialized before my eyes.

[You have achieved a great Achievement.]
[All stats increase by 30 points.]
[The rank of trait 【Manhwagong】 has increased.]
[The rank of trait 【Glacial】 has increased.]
[The rank of trait 【Fire Affinity】 has increased.]
[The rank of trait 【Water Affinity】 has increased.]

The rewards from my battle with King Roman and the enlightenment I gained in the Mental World all came at once.

Thanks to the sudden 30-point increase in stats, my body felt light as a feather.
Rather than resisting water, my body moved freely as if I were on solid ground.

But the greater change was within my body itself.
The warmth of Manhwagong and the chill of Glacial rippling from my core conveyed a sense of omnipotence—that I could accomplish anything.

-Huh?

As I grinned happily at the message, a startled voice came from above my head.

-W-what is this! Why is that suddenly appearing!

The fluffy blue cotton candy grabbed at its head while staring at the message.

-All stats increased by 30 points! That’s way too much!

Wrath cried out that it was absurd and thrust his head forward to grab my collar.

‘Too much? What’s too much about it.’

I looked at Wrath and curled my lips upward in a smile.

‘It’s only right that I receive my reward.’
-Hieek! You, you bastard! When did you wake up!
‘Just now.’

I looked at Wrath with his eyes wide open and laughed.

‘When did you wake up?’
-When you were about to die!

Wrath furrowed his brow, saying the blade had nearly pierced his heart.

‘Your heart?’

I lowered my gaze to my left chest. Just as Wrath said, the black dragon robe and uniform had thin tears through them.

‘So you saved me?’
-Of course I did!

Wrath nodded eagerly.

-Because of you, the causality has been disrupted again, so you’ll need to buy me ten boxes of mint chocolate ice cream!

He spread his plump fingers, insisting this was something he couldn’t overlook.

‘Hmm? You violated causality, but you’re not coughing?’
-Huh? Uh… cough! Cough!

Wrath let out a dry cough, hacking away.

-Ah, it hurts…
‘Even a Demon Lord who doesn’t lie can’t resist ice cream, it seems.’

I chuckled, watching Wrath’s eyes dart around.

-You, you bastard! How did you know that!
‘While you were sleeping…’

I was about to explain with a smile.

Whoosh!

A door that seemed crafted from seaweed swung open, and a Blue Demon with an adorable appearance like a baby pufferfish stepped inside.

“Raon!”

The young Blue Demon’s round eyes blinked rapidly as he rushed toward me.

“Garam.”

I smiled and gently stroked Garam’s head as he embraced me.

“You saved me, didn’t you? Thank you.”
“Of course! You’re my friend!”

Garam shook his head as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

-Wait, did you give Darkness advance orders?
‘Yes. I asked him to save me or the Zigheart swordsmen if we were in danger. And it’s not Darkness—it’s Garam.’

I gestured with my finger toward Garam.

‘That kid’s skills have improved considerably.’

Before the life-or-death duel, I had visited the Gazel River to meet with Garam beforehand.
His martial prowess remained weak, but he had pushed his sorcery to the extreme and performed impossible feats.

So I had asked Garam not to fight, but to rescue anyone in danger.

-Ugh…

Wrath’s face flushed red with embarrassment as he lowered his head.

‘Still, I’m grateful.’

I smiled faintly and gave Wrath’s head a light pat.

-What?
‘Garam didn’t do this alone.’

The fact that he bore no injuries whatsoever made it clear that Wrath had lent his aid as well.
But setting everything else aside, seeing that cotton candy again simply filled me with joy.

‘How is your body?’
-I have been resurrected to such a degree that I could consume ten boxes of mint chocolate without suffering indigestion!
‘Hmm….’

I couldn’t gauge exactly how much he had recovered, but his brightened demeanor put my mind at ease.

“Garam. What has become of the situation?”

I gestured to Garam and rose to my feet. I could roughly infer what had transpired in my absence, but I needed more detailed information.

“Yeah. I’ve got all the details. People thought you were dead, so….”

Garam nodded and proceeded to explain everything that had transpired thus far.

“I see.”

It was as I had anticipated. Zigheart, believing me dead, had declared war, and it seemed they were locked in fierce combat even now.

“…Even now, humans are fighting amongst themselves. The friends who live in the river are too frightened to draw near.”

He spoke of his sorrow while his shoulders trembled.

“Do not worry.”

I grasped Garam’s shoulder and shook my head.

“The war will end soon.”

With those words, I fastened the Heavenly Sword that lay before me to my waist. It seemed I needed to move immediately, lest I arrive too late.

“Ah!”

As I turned to leave the chamber, Garam seized my wrist.

“I saved another one!”
“Saved? Who?”
“A human woman wearing a mask—the one who saved you.”

At the mention of a masked human woman, I immediately knew who it was.

—Merlin? The Mad Woman?
‘It has to be Merlin.’

I nodded heavily and looked at Garam.

“Is she here too?”
“No.”

Garam lowered his eyes and shook his head.

“I had to pursue you, so I hid her in the river for now and moved on….”

He swallowed dryly and continued.

“When I went back, there were so many skeletal monsters swarming around the river that I couldn’t get close. If I don’t cast the spell soon, she’ll be discovered….”

Garam’s hands trembled as he said the spell allowing her to breathe would soon run out.

“Skeletal monsters?”

I exhaled sharply.

‘Could it be….’

Had the Phantom Soul Ghost been resurrected?

Merlin had said she made it impossible for the Phantom Soul Ghost to be revived.
Since a new Phantom Soul Ghost couldn’t appear, the fact that undead were encamped meant that creature had come back to life.

“Was there someone wearing a skull mask among those who tracked me?”
“Yes! The skull! That human is surrounding the entire river.”

Garam nodded, saying the human wearing the skull mask was searching through the entire river.

My suspicion was correct. It seemed Merlin had been caught revealing information to me, and the Phantom Soul Ghost had launched a counterattack.

“Haah….”

I exhaled a shallow breath.

“If things continue like this….”
-I need to make a decision.

Wrath also grasped the situation and furrowed his brow.

-Whether to head to the battlefield or go rescue that Mad Woman.

I looked at Wrath and Garam in turn, then clenched my fists.

“I will….”

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