The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 719

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Chapter 719

“Holy Sword Master!”

The White Blood Cult Master called out to the Holy Sword Master while clenching her fists.

“Have you lost your mind? What are you doing!”

She bared her white teeth like a snarling beast.

“Do you understand what you’ve just done?”

Tacheon exhaled a deep sigh while gazing at the Holy Sword Master.

“It was an opportunity to kill the Northern Destruction King. To kill Glen Zigheart. Instead of helping, you spared our enemy—what were you thinking!”

His eyes, which had always remained calm and composed, trembled violently.

[Holy Sword Master.]

The Dragon Lord looked down upon the Holy Sword Master, narrowing his golden eyes to slits.

[How am I supposed to accept this?]

He directed the fury he had harbored toward Glen at the Holy Sword Master, exhaling white vapor.

“….”

Derus Robert said nothing, quietly rolling his eyes within the azure dragon helm.

-I sensed it from the moment I first saw him….

Wrath let out an incredulous laugh.

-That bastard’s a lunatic too.
‘Indeed.’

Raon observed not the Holy Sword Master, but Derus Robert’s sunken gaze, and moistened his lips.

‘He’s flustered.’

Derus Robert maintained a composed expression, but those eyes revealed he was deeply shaken by the Holy Sword Master’s actions.

‘The Holy Sword Master’s words and deeds have exceeded his predictions.’

The moment Derus Robert’s ambush on Glen Zigheart failed, he summoned Tacheon and the White Blood Cult Master, shouting to kill Glen immediately.

In other words, he knew Chamber and King Lecross would appear at this location, and he was trying to kill Glen Zigheart as quickly as possible.

Of course, thanks to Owen and Valcar’s swift intervention, they had blocked the second assault before it even began, but Derus Robert hadn’t seemed particularly flustered even then.

‘He must have known the Dragon Lord and Holy Sword Master would come.’

If the Dragon Lord and Holy Sword Master arrived, he would have believed he could kill not just Glen Zigheart, but everyone on the battlefield, so he would have leisurely bought time.

‘But….’

The sword-obsessed Holy Sword Master had exceeded his predictions.

Even Derus Robert seemed unable to have anticipated the Holy Sword Master coming to aid this side—his pupils trembled visibly.

‘To think I’d witness that shattered expression twice.’

Encountering Derus Robert’s twisted pupils once more, following the moment I had blocked his ambush, the turbulent emotions in my chest settled cleanly. It felt as though my internal injuries had healed.

“I saved Glen Zigheart’s life?”

The Holy Sword Master raised his chin with a bewildered gaze.

“Did you all take blows to the head at once?”

He looked down upon Oma’s leaders with a hollow laugh of disbelief.

“What do you mean by that?”

Derus Robert opened his mouth for the first time. His eyes narrowed as if he didn’t understand what the Holy Sword Master was saying.

“I find it difficult to comprehend as well.”

The youthful mask that Tacheon wore clouded with confusion, its hue darkening to a murky shade.

“The Northern Destruction King’s current state is nothing short of catastrophic.”

He gestured toward Glen Zigheart’s pallid complexion, his brow furrowing deeply.

“The internal injuries he sustained during the life-or-death duel have worsened, and his physical stamina has been depleted by the relentless battles. He’s even exhausted the Sword Realm, so theoretically he should have nothing left to fear—”
“The Sword Realm?”

The Holy Sword Master’s Order lifted the sword he held in his hand into the air. He swept back his bangs and burst into a harsh laugh.

“As expected, you remain ignorant.”
“Pardon?”

Tacheon’s eyes narrowed in confusion at the cryptic remark.

“That monster weakened by internal injuries and the Sword Realm? What nonsense you speak.”

Following the Holy Sword Master’s Order’s scorn, his blade sang out with a piercing, discordant cry.

“Let me be perfectly clear. It wasn’t Glen Zigheart I saved—it was all of you.”

A chilling gleam radiated from his golden eyes.

“What do you mean—”

Derus Robert’s brows drew together as he fixed his gaze upon the Holy Sword Master’s Order.

“You two should know this, shouldn’t you?”

The Holy Sword Master’s Order’s eyes swept across the White Blood Cult Master and the Dragon Lord in succession.

“That Glen Zigheart’s true blade is unaffected by internal injuries or aura.”

He ran his fingers along his own neck, twisting his lips into a bitter smile.

“Isn’t it strange? Under normal circumstances, that simpleton would charge at Glen without hesitation, yet here he stands at a distance like a mere spectator, playing with Ogram?”

The Holy Sword Master’s Order chuckled as he gazed at the White Blood Cult Master.

“The dragons hovering far above in the sky who refuse to descend, even while diminishing the power of their breath—they’re no different.”

He turned his gaze toward the Dragon Lord and waved his hand dismissively.

“The reason those creatures are so terrified is because they’ve faced Glen Zigheart’s true swordsmanship.”

The Holy Sword Master’s Order lifted a finger and caressed the blade of the longsword floating in mid-air.

“The reason the White Blood Cult Master risked danger to assault Ogram, the reason the Black Tower Master frantically gathers artifacts, the reason a neutral dragon has sided with you—all of it stems from Glen Zigheart’s swordsmanship.”

At his matter-of-fact words, the pupils of Tacheon and Derus Robert trembled faintly.

“Then you’re saying you saved us….”
“The moment Glen reveals his true power is when the dragons’ breath obscures your vision.”

The Holy Sword Master’s Order laughed while caressing the blade of the longsword suspended in the void.

“That cunning old fox has been waiting for the chance to kill all of you with a single stroke. Isn’t that right, Glen Zigheart?”

He tilted his chin toward Glen.

“….”

Glen said nothing. He merely stared at the Holy Sword Master’s Order with a pallid complexion.

“Ah….”

Raon turned to look at Glen and swallowed dryly.

‘Could it be true…?’

Now that he thought about it, Glen hadn’t panicked except when the Holy Sword Master’s Order first appeared.

If what the Holy Sword Master’s Order said was true, Glen’s shock at his arrival wasn’t from danger—it was because the opportunity he’d prepared for had slipped away.

“That’s absurd!”

Tacheon turned around in disbelief.

“….”
[….]

However, the White Blood Cult Master and the Dragon Lord remained silent, as if proving that the Holy Sword Master’s words were truth.

“So the Northern Destruction King was acting…. It seems to be true after all.”

Unlike Tacheon, who was a mage, Derus Robert quickly accepted the situation and bit his lip.

“But how did you see through the Northern Destruction King’s intentions?”
“Because I’ve reached the same realm as Glen Zigheart.”

The Holy Sword Master spread both arms wide and curled the corners of his mouth upward. He laughed, saying he had become capable of infusing life and soul into his blade just as Glen did.

“The same realm…?”

I exhaled softly, observing the confident gleam in the Holy Sword Master’s eyes.

‘Wrath!’
-No, it is not so.

Wrath shook his head lightly.

-That old lizard is still superior. However, that fool has reached the level of distorting the balance those reptiles speak of.

He said the creature still fell short and let out a long yawn.

“If you understand, then get out.”

The Holy Sword Master waved his hand dismissively, as if swatting away a fly.

“I didn’t spare your lives because I liked you.”
“Then why did you block Breath?”

I furrowed my brow, looking at the Holy Sword Master.

“Glen Zigheart’s blade is far too precious to waste on monkeys like you! Only I am worthy of experiencing his true swordsmanship!”

He spread both arms wide, his eyes gleaming with exhilaration. Nothing but mad laughter spilled from his lips.

“I’d rather not do that.”

Derus Robert shook his head firmly and stepped back to the side.

“The fact that you haven’t used such formidable swordplay until now means there must be restrictions on it.”
“You’re no monkey, are you? No, you’re quite the swordsman to face off against. I’ll give you that.”

The Holy Sword Master licked his lips as he gazed at Derus Robert.

“You speak truly. Of course there are restrictions. But for those of us who have devoted our lives to the blade, such constraints matter little.”

He muttered something about dying if he wished, then took his place before Glen Zigheart.

“I have solved the problem you set before me. Glen Zigheart.”

At the Holy Sword Master’s gesture, his longsword rose with a gentle undulation.

“A problem, you say….”

Glen Zigheart’s eyes narrowed as he regarded the Holy Sword Master.

“You grow more mad with each meeting.”
“Going mad for the blade is a happiness all its own.”

The Holy Sword Master exhaled sharply, his eyes half-closed.

“Fall back.”

At Glen Zigheart’s gesture, the mages of Valcar Kingdom, the knights of Owen Kingdom, and the warriors of the Beast Alliance who had been facing off against Oma withdrew behind him.

“Are you truly certain about this?”
“Elder….”
“I haven’t the faintest idea what’s happening here.”

King Lecross, Chamber, and Ogram withdrew behind Glen Zigheart.
Yet all three remained tense, ready to move at any moment.

“Raon.”

Glen nodded to the leaders of the Six Emperors before gesturing to Raon.

“Stand beside me.”
“Yes? What do you—”
“I wanted to show you this.”

He spoke in barely a whisper, saying it might be difficult to show again, then exhaled a breath tinged with the scent of blood.

“Are you planning to kill the boy?”

The Holy Sword Master let out an incredulous laugh.

“I’m sorry, but I still can’t properly control my power, you see?”
“Don’t worry.”

Glen calmly lifted his gaze and shook his head.

“He won’t be able to touch a single fingertip.”

Glen shook his head with composure. Blood dripped from his lips as he waved his hand leisurely.

“Fine. It’s a shame, but there’s a more important feast laid out right now!”

As the Holy Sword Master brought his hands together, brilliant light bloomed above his longsword.
Along with the dark luminescence, an immense aura surged forth, raising a colossal blade that seemed ready to tear this world asunder.

“Ugh…”

Raon looked up at the sky, trembling violently. The Holy Sword Master’s holy sword carried an aura that surpassed even Glen’s heavenly sword.

‘This is insane.’

Even receiving the Holy Sword Master’s aura indirectly, my breath caught in my throat, and a pain as if my soul were being torn apart washed over me.
I couldn’t even fathom how to block that monster’s blade.

‘Will he really be alright?’

I turned my gaze toward Glen Zigheart standing beside me. His complexion remained pallid, and dead blood trickled from his lips.
He didn’t appear to be feigning exhaustion.

-You’ll be fine.

Wrath shook his head solemnly.

-Trust your brilliant old man.

He settled onto my shoulder as if telling me to watch until the very end.

‘Hmm….’

Now that I thought about it, Wrath hadn’t worried about the Gwangpung Corps even once since meeting Glen Zigheart.
He’d only warned me that Derus Robert was targeting us, displaying nothing but fury over the compensation I would receive.

It seemed as though the outcome of this war was already visible in his eyes.

‘Understood.’

I nodded and steeled my trembling legs with resolve.
I straightened my spine, revealing my vivid crimson eyes as if to witness everything unfold.

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“This time, I shall end it.”

With the Holy Sword Master’s solemn resolve, his longsword moved.
Within the magnificent aura surging above the black blade burned a desire and exultation to devour every sword and swordsmanship in this world.

“Soul Demon Realm.”

The Holy Sword Master’s own blade, woven from the life he had lived and the life he would live—an absolute sword technique that would place all the Continent’s swordsmanship beneath his feet. Soul Demon Realm revealed itself to this world.

Whoosh.

Glen quietly steadied his breathing as he witnessed a new dimension of sword technique that embodied the Holy Sword Master’s entire life.

‘He truly has entered that realm.’

The Holy Sword Master had reached a different state than before, just as he had declared. Glen could feel that his soul had ascended to a higher plane of existence.

A sword technique meant to kill, yet he had solved the puzzle and returned. There couldn’t be another madman like him.

“Ugh….”

Blood began seeping from Raon’s lips as the aura transmitted from the Holy Sword Master overwhelmed him. He seemed to be struggling to endure it.

“Raon.”

Glen grasped Raon’s shoulder and opened his eyes calmly.

“I’m fine.”

The martial technique he was about to display was a sword technique he could only obtain thanks to Raon.

A sword born from his soul, drawn while recalling his grandson—the one who had erased his endless rage and granted him new emotions: happiness and joy.

“Feel it not with your eyes, but with your heart. You can do this.”

He spoke to Raon in a tender voice he had never offered before, and raised the Heavenly Sword.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Against the Holy Sword Master’s soul-devouring technique that sought to tear this very world asunder, he revealed the martial arts, life, and soul he had accumulated.

Roooooar!

The Heavenly Sword advanced. There was no brilliant light, no grand surge of aura.
With a blade as eerie as the very reason for a sword’s existence—to cut down enemies—it simply moved forward.

Yet the results produced by that small blade were different.

Dark clouds split apart, tidal waves subsided, and the Holy Sword Master’s soul-devouring technique was erased.
The colossal sword technique that had covered heaven and earth vanished as though it had never existed from the beginning.

“What in the….”

The Holy Sword Master’s eyes bulged as if they might burst. Blood spilled from his lips.

“Now!”

The moment Glen’s blade passed, the White Blood Cult Master summoned Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara and poured all the accumulated blood energy into it.

Whoooooosh!

Tacheon, sensing the opportunity, unleashed a grey magic that fused sacred and shadow forces.

Boom!

The Dragon Lord and the ancient dragons unleashed their gathered breath once more.

“Filthy!”
“These bastards!”
“I knew it!”
“Let them be.”

Just as King Lecross, Ogram, Chamber, and the Spirit Kings moved to assist as if they had anticipated this, Glen calmly shook his head.

He slowly drew the Heavenly Destruction Sword without concern.

Whoooosh!

What Glen’s blade severed was not the enemy’s aura or martial techniques. It was the very existence standing behind them—a sword that cleaved souls.

[Everyone, retreat!]
“Damn it!”
“What the hell is that!”

The Dragon Lord and the leaders of Oma, horrified by the divine phenomenon Glen’s blade created, abandoned their subordinates and retreated.

“Ugh!”

Derus Robert hurled the bracelet on his wrist and detonated a wave of death energy around him.

Screeeeeech!

Yet Glen’s Heavenly Sword of Truth carved through the colorless undulation, severing every aura that existed before him.

Whoooosh.

In the wake of the pristine white blade’s passage, nothing remained.

“This blade’s name is….”

Glen slowly turned his gaze. His eyes, already growing dim as though he would soon vanish, held a warm smile.

“The Heart Sword.”

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