The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 715

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Chapter 715

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen did not halt their advance. With overwhelming force, they tore through the bandits and mercenaries, storming into the North-South Alliance Headquarters.

“Kill those fleeing dogs too! Leave not a single one alive!”

Martha unleashed a Titan Aura at the vanguard of the Gwangpung Formation. The swordsmen of the North-South Alliance fell helplessly before her blade, infused with the wind of the Gwangpung Style.

“This is enemy territory. Calm your excitement.”

Burren held the center of the Gwangpung Formation while displaying his fury.
He summoned a blue gale, silently severing the throats of North-South Alliance assassins who crept near.

Shhhhh!

Lunan remained silent, focusing solely on wielding her blade.
Each time her beloved sword Seolhwa traced an elegant arc, the bandits’ bodies froze pale white before being torn asunder.

“Gahhhhh!”
“M-Monsters….”
“These are barely past their coming of age….”

Before the charge of the Gwangpung Corps, led by the three squad leaders and Mark Goeten, the North-South Alliance warriors could only retreat, their screams and groans echoing.

Boom boom boom boom!

As the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen began demolishing the North-South Alliance buildings, elderly warriors with a chilling aura burst forth from within.
They were the elders of the North-South Alliance who had once served as Buchae and Deputy Buchae.

“Young pups! Do you not know restraint?”
“Even a newborn dog learns to control itself.”
“Creatures not yet born when I retired dare to….”

The North-South Alliance elders gnashed their teeth, their foreheads furrowed deeply.
Though few in number, each possessed formidable power.

“Push forward.”

Burren didn’t retreat despite feeling the Elder Council’s fierce aura, instead summoning the Sword Ghost.

“They’re not opponents we can’t defeat.”

Raon had always demonstrated victory when fighting against stronger opponents.
The teachings he imparted through his back were deeply etched into the minds of the Gwangpung Corps.

“Of course!”

Martha nodded and actively deployed her Titan Transformation. She charged at the Elder and brought her blade down relentlessly.

Boom!

The Nambuk Alliance Elder’s knees buckled as if they would give way beneath the Titan’s aura, which had swollen to roughly three times its normal size.

“You, you brat!”

The Elder stared at Martha with wide eyes as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Brat?”

Martha curled her lips into a sneer.

“Even this brat knows that ambushes after a life-or-death duel are despicable, but you thieves don’t know that?”

She roared and pressed the Elder back.

Slash!

The Nambuk Alliance Elder yielded a strike under Martha’s overwhelming momentum. A crimson wound bloomed across his chest, and blood sprayed forth.

“Cough… you, you wench…”
“You don’t even deserve to die with dignity.”

Martha bit her lip as she slashed the Elder’s throat. She wrinkled her nose at the sight of blood pooling on the ground.

‘Damn it. Raon Zigheart!’

You said you’d find my mother! What am I supposed to do if you die!

Martha charged toward the Elder Council member standing in the center, her trembling lips bitten between her fangs.

Whoooosh!

Lunan Slion thrust Seolhwa toward the blindfolded Elder Council member with her right eye.

“Ugh, how can such cold energy….”

The blindfolded Elder Council member couldn’t withstand the frost energy dwelling within Seolhwa and retreated backward, his hands already showing signs of frostbite.

“….”

Lunan Slion narrowed her eyes as she observed the biting chill blooming from Seolhwa.

‘I’ve grown stronger.’

I could feel that I had broken through the wall and reached an even higher realm.
Not just myself, but everyone in the Gwangpung Corps had transcended the wall and entered a new domain.

Yet there was no joy in it. The most important person with whom I should have shared this achievement was dead.

Whoooooosh!

Lunan Slion drew Seolhwa in a sweeping arc like painting a picture. Dozens of frost flower buds blooming from the pristine blade scattered in all directions.

Shwaaaaaaah!

Her own frost flowers, created in imitation of Raon’s fire spirit, swept across the battlefield and froze the Elder Council members’ arms and legs a deep blue.

“Gasp!”
“What, what is this!”
“Insane….”

The North-South Alliance’s Elder Council members gasped at the sight of their completely frozen limbs.
Even when they raised their auras, the vicious cold wouldn’t easily dissipate.

Crack!

Lunan Slion slit the blindfolded Elder Council member’s throat and lifted Seolhwa, now drenched in blood.

“Let’s go!”

At her fierce cry, a sharp fighting spirit blazed in the eyes of the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen.

“Follow the unit leaders!”
“Avenge Raon!”

The swordsmen cast aside their fear of the Elder Council thanks to the three unit leaders and unleashed their full strength.

Shhhhwack!

Sylvia cut down a North-South Alliance elder attempting to fire energy from the right flank and straightened her posture.
Watching the young swordsmen advance like charging buffalo, she bit her lip.

‘The Gwangpung Corps….’

Seeing the Gwangpung Corps children—proof that Raon had existed in this world—the burning rage that had consumed her heart subsided, and cold reason took its place.

The Gwangpung Corps was undeniable proof that Raon had lived in this world.
Unwilling to witness those children’s deaths, she abandoned her search for Beorn and instead circled the area, eliminating the strong.

Boom!

As the Zigheart swordsmen began to dominate the North-South Alliance Headquarters, the door of a three-story building on the right side shattered, and Helgurum, the Beast Alliance Master of the North-South Alliance, walked out.

“Raon Zigheart! That damned bastard is the problem!”

He tore away the bloodstained bandages and gnashed his teeth.

“If only the Demon King, the Council Chairman, and Rector—all killed by that bastard—were still alive, we wouldn’t be getting crushed so one-sidedly!”

Helgurum stamped his foot violently, blaming everything on Raon.

“Ugh….”

Sylvia bit her lip, her eyes bloodshot with rage.

“It’s all because of you! I’ll kill you!”

Burren, rarely losing his composure, charged toward Helgurum. Just as he was about to thrust his blade forward, Karun stepped into his path.

“Father…?”

Burren’s lips trembled as he met Karun’s cold, sunken gaze.

“Fill your heart with rage if you must, but keep your mind sharp and clear. This is a battlefield.”

Karun shook his head, his voice dry and measured.

“No matter how wounded he is, that man is not your opponent.”
“That’s right. He’s mine.”

Aris Zigheart walked forward from behind and nodded.

“Sylvia, leave this old man to me.”

She patted Sylvia’s trembling shoulder and stepped before Helgurum.

“All you do is run. Are you truly a Transcendent, or just a coward?”

Aris Zigheart flicked her fingers lightly toward Helgurum.

“If not for the wounds I suffered from that Sword Ghost, I would have ended you in a single strike!”

Helgurum’s eyes flashed with fury as he blamed his injuries.

“While you were getting beaten by that old Sword Ghost, I was fighting the First Apostle.”

Aris Zigheart scoffed dismissively.

“You’re simply lacking in skill.”
“Silence!”
“There’s nowhere left to run now. Let’s end this.”

Aris Zigheart placed her hand on her sword hilt and thrust her right shoulder forward.

“Bring it on!”

Helgurum tilted the spear shaft downward, gripping it with both hands.
A torrent of cyan aura erupted from the spear blade, and the surrounding buildings began to tear apart.

“Die!”

The moment he thrust the spear forward, a blue vortex materialized and coiled around Aris’s entire body. Her skin split open, and crimson blood sprayed forth.

Aris did not retreat even from Helgurum’s terrifying spear strike, extending her left foot forward. A colorless dimension opened above the blade as it was drawn from its sheath.

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Crack-boom!

Lightning that pierced the very sky erupted from Glen Zigheart’s blade.
Bolts of thunder swept across the surroundings—so devastating they could be mistaken for a natural calamity rather than swordplay.

Whooooom!

Dranos summoned four water dragons with his Sea Spirit Spear.
He harmonized the martial arts he had cultivated with the magic dwelling in the Sea Spirit Spear, unfolding a spear technique of an entirely new realm.

Roooaaarrr!

Glen Zigheart’s sword strike and Dranos’s spear strike clashed, creating a dark line that seemed to connect the sky and the river.
The immense aura wave tore through space itself.

Crackle-crack!

Yet the evenly matched collision did not last long. Glen Zigheart’s lightning blazed with intensified brilliance, devouring Dranos’s water dragons.

“Ugh!”

Dranos plummeted like a bird with its wings torn away, stumbling backward across the river’s surface.
With each step his feet touched, the river water surged upward as if explosions erupted beneath him.

Screeeech!

Glen stepped his left foot into empty space. His Taehwa Protection had reached its zenith. The moment he thought to move, he was already before Dranos, extending the Heavenly Sword.
It was a movement that transcended the concept of martial arts.

But Dranos, true to his role as master of the North-South Alliance, possessed power that surpassed cognition.
He swiftly bent his Sea Spirit Spear and blocked the trajectory of the Heavenly Sword descending upon him.

Glen and Dranos collided at extreme speed, and red and blue light spread across heaven and earth.

Crash!

Sound followed in the wake of the aura’s shockwave. The two transcendents clashed sword and spear in a realm faster than sound itself.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

The river rose of its own accord, summoning a tempest, and dark clouds gathered in the sky, obscuring the sun.
It was a bizarre sight as if the world itself had met its end.

Boom!

Dranos was driven back, his body bent at the knees from Glen’s descending slash from the shoulder, his feet wading into the river.

“Ugh…”

Dranos trembled as he gripped the Sea Spirit Spear, biting his lips until blood flowed.

“Did you think it would end like this!”

As he spun the Sea Spirit Spear, six water dragons erupted from its four multiplied blades, covering both sky and river.

“Even if I die, I will take you with me!”
“Sword Realm Incarnation.”

Glen ignored Dranos’s words and raised the Heavenly Sword.

“Thousand Swordless Peak.”

His final cry did not transform the world, nor did it raise the sun and moon.

Only one thing had changed. The man called Glen Zigheart had transcended the realm of unenlightened mastery and become a Divine Sword himself.
An overwhelming aura of energy stretched forth, as though he alone existed in this world.

“Not that again!”

Dranos spoke with exasperation and thrust forth the Sea Dragon Spear.
Six water dragons summoned by the spear’s blade rose with a terrifying aura, coiling around Glen’s entire body.

Shhhhk.

Before the spear strike that seemed to annihilate existence itself, Glen raised the lightning-bright sword he held in his hand.

“Human Thunder.”

With Glen’s cold voice, a crimson slash advanced. The blade of lightning spreading along the horizon cleaved all six water dragons into nothing, leaving not a single fragment behind.

“Grrgh, not yet!”

Dranos leaned his upper body forward and spun the spear shaft. An aura imbued with blue radiance drew in all the river water around them before extending toward Glen.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Under the tremendous pressure, Glen’s body wavered like heat shimmer. It seemed as though the entire river carried the intent to kill him.

“Earth Severance.”

Even under pressure that would make a transcendent struggle to move a finger, Glen drew the lightning-bright sword. The blade fell with an elegant grace as though the god of swords had descended, splitting both the blue aura’s tidal wave and the North-South Alliance Headquarters behind it in two.
Like the descent of the god of swords, a blade fell with elegant grace, splitting the blue aura’s tidal wave and the North-South Alliance Headquarters behind it in half.

“This ends it.”

He gazed downward with a dry expression, already certain of his victory.

“Cough…”

Dranos spat blood, shaken by Human Thunder and Earth Severance. Yet he did not fall; instead, he detonated all the energy he possessed.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

As Dranos thrust the Sea-Piercing Spear into the Rabel River, a towering column of water rose, connecting sky and river.
He poured out every remaining ounce of his aura, creating a massive sphere of pure energy.

“The end? No! Your end is here!”

The sphere of aura, infused with Dranos’s power and the water essence of the Rabel River, surged forward with blinding radiance.
The sheer force of the impact tore through the void itself, leaving jagged scars across the air.

Roooaaarrr!

Glen Zigheart drew down his lightning-infused sword against Dranos’s ultimate technique that rushed toward him like an avalanche threatening to erase his very existence.

“Heavenly Sword.”

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The moment Glen Zigheart invoked the Heavenly Sword, a corpse stirred aboard the half-destroyed warship.
Upon his face rested a blue dragon helm that seemed to devour light itself.

Derus Robert. He had never once abandoned this battlefield.
Circling endlessly around Glen Zigheart, he waited for that singular opportunity to strike him down.

He had erased his presence and aura with the power of death, enduring the waves of transcendents with his bare body.

To seize an opportunity smaller than the eye of a needle, he maintained absolute focus through excruciating pain.

‘For this very moment.’

Derus Robert advanced silently across the river, his sword raised in the power of death.

‘This is my first and last chance.’

From direct combat, I understood it well. Glen Zigheart was a flawless warrior without weakness.
Especially his Sword Realm Manifestation, the Thousand-Seal Swordless Form—a technique so supreme that calling it invincible would be no exaggeration.

‘But….’

That overwhelming strength was precisely the flaw.

Glen concentrated all his power and spirit on his opponent whenever he brought down the Heavenly Sword.
In other words, that moment was the only opportunity to kill Dranos.

Whoooosh!

Derus Robert concealed his killing intent within the dust of the battlefield and drove toward Glen’s back.

Glen’s eyes, which had been focused solely on Dranos, turned backward. Only now did he sense my presence.

‘But….’

It was already too late.

Glen was still pouring all his strength into unleashing the Heavenly Sword against Dranos.
Even if he had just one second—no, even 0.1 seconds—he could have redirected his blade, but now not even that fleeting instant remained.

Ching!

Derus Robert thrust his sword, wreathed in the aura of death, toward Glen’s heart. The ambush was flawless—even more perfect than the plan he had envisioned.

‘It’s over.’

Just as he was about to curl his lips upward in certainty of Glen’s death—

Whooooom!

A pristine white blade erupted from the river beneath Glen’s feet.

Raon Zigheart. The swordsman who had returned from death advanced once more toward death itself.

Golden flames blazed across the blade of the Heavenly Sword, which would lead the sky.

Sword Realm Incarnate—Genesis.

Like that ancient moment when Genesis dispelled darkness and opened the heavens, a golden radiance that overcame death illuminated the Rabel River.

Kwaaaaaaang!

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