The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 748

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Chapter 748

“The Holy Sword Master?”

The White Blood Cult Master let out a scoff as she gazed at Lectar reflected in the last gray spear.

“Do you truly believe someone like you can handle the Holy Sword Association?”

She waved her hand dismissively, as if telling him to stop spouting nonsense.

“That’s none of your concern. I have already ascended to the position of Master.”

Lectar turned the tables and scoffed at the White Blood Cult Master, tilting his jaw to the side.

“How presumptuous.”

The White Blood Cult Master uncrossed her legs and leaned her upper body forward.

“An old man who hid behind the Holy Sword Master’s back dares to speak?”

She unleashed killing intent, asking if he wanted to die now that he had become Master.

“Please wait a moment.”

Tacheon waved his hand at the White Blood Cult Master, whose pupils were narrowing, and turned his gaze toward Lectar.

“Lectar. By calling yourself Master, you mean you’ve taken control of the Holy Sword Association, correct?”
“If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have come here.”

Lectar nodded with his dry, expressionless eyes.

“Impressive. However…”

Tacheon’s gaze began to tint red.

“To swallow that massive Holy Sword Association as if you were waiting for it—it seems you prepared this before the Holy Sword Master even died.”

He revealed serpentine eyes as if observing Lectar’s reaction.

“Hmm….”

Derus Robert stroked his chin with evident interest in the situation, sinking his back into the Jade Throne.

“Think as you wish.”

Lectar refused to be baited by the White Blood Cult Master’s provocation or Tacheon’s challenge.

“If my presence is inconvenient, I’ll withdraw.”

His voice turned cold, betraying not a shred of hesitation.

“Yes. Get out.”

The White Blood Cult Master let out a scoff and nodded.

“We don’t need someone like you anyway.”

She twisted her lips, insisting she could handle everything herself.

“Wait.”

Derus stepped between the White Blood Cult Master and Lectar, extending his hand.

“Despite a few troubling factors, the Five Emperors have never been more united than now. Abandoning a force like the Holy Sword Association at such a time would be foolish.”

He assured her that maintaining Oma would bring no loss, his gaze fixed upon the White Blood Cult Master.

“The Holy Sword Association was great because of the Holy Sword Master! Do you truly believe that old man can replace that sword-obsessed monster?”

The White Blood Cult Master tapped her pale fingers against her temple, urging him to think clearly.

“Of course not. He knows that better than anyone.”

Derus turned his gaze to Lectar, a faint smile crossing his face.

“But everyone here can feel that his martial prowess is fundamentally different from that of an ordinary transcendent.”
“Hmm….”

The White Blood Cult Master seemed to acknowledge Lectar’s strength as well, her brow furrowing slightly.

“Excluding the leaders of the Five Emperors and Oma, there is no one on this Continent capable of facing the Sword Ghost. Unless the Former King who erased his existence or the Sword Emperor were to return. The rabble of the New Rising Powers don’t even qualify as opponents.”

Derus Robert spoke with conviction, as if he possessed complete knowledge of every warrior’s strength on the Continent.

“That’s not quite right.”

The White Blood Cult Master narrowed her eyes and shook her head.

“Unknown to the world, there is one who would not lose even when compared to that old man….”
“That faction cannot simply bring them out, can they?”

Derus Robert chuckled with ease, as if he already knew.

“You….”

The White Blood Cult Master’s expression turned cold.

“How much do you know?”
“Who knows.”

Derus Robert did not answer and turned his head away.

“In any case, we should acknowledge both the Sword Ghost’s martial prowess and the dominance he has demonstrated in taking control of the Holy Sword Association in such a short time. If no one objects, let us proceed with the meeting as planned.”

He nodded his chin, indicating that anyone opposed should raise their hand.

“….”

Tacheon and the Black Tower Master did not move a finger, and the White Blood Cult Master merely frowned at Derus Robert without raising her hand.

“Then it is settled.”

Derus Robert nodded toward Lectar.

“As fellow newcomers, I look forward to working with you going forward.”
“Hmph.”

Lectar snorted as if he had expected this, then leaned back in his chair.

“But….”

The White Blood Cult Master glared at Derus Robert, his brow furrowing.

“Why is this newcomer leading the meeting like he’s in charge?”
“Because I opened this meeting.”

Derus Robert shrugged as if asking what the problem was.

“I’ve opened a more covert channel using the Six Emperors’ meeting format, so surely that’s worth tolerating, wouldn’t you say?”

He shook his chin, telling them not to be petty.

“I have no objections.”

Tacheon smiled faintly, as if he didn’t care either way.

Crackle, crackle, crackle.

The window reflecting the Black Tower Master trembled as if it might shatter. An ominous aura rippled—whether in agreement or refusal, it was impossible to tell.

“Since there seem to be no objections, let us begin the meeting….”
“Ah, before that.”

Tacheon raised his hand with a cold smile.

“Could you tell us who this Archangel is that you’ve summoned?”

As he posed the question, his gaze gleamed with sharp interest.

“Archangel Uriel.”

Derus Robert spoke Uriel’s name without hesitation.

“Is he one of us?”

The White Blood Cult Master narrowed her eyes as she studied Derus Robert.

“It’s not quite that simple. I’d call it mutually beneficial cooperation.”

Derus Robert shook his head calmly.

“I help with his affairs, and he helps with mine. You could say we have the same kind of relationship as you and I do.”
“So at the very least, he’s not an enemy.”

Lectar smacked his lips while keeping his arms crossed.

“Exactly. As long as you don’t provoke him first, Uriel won’t attack Oma. I guarantee it.”

Derus Robert flicked his finger as if to assure them of his promise.

“I don’t like this.”

The White Blood Cult Master furrowed her brows deeply.

“What are you hiding from us?”
“Believe me or don’t—that’s your choice. But as I said, just don’t provoke Uriel first. Simply put, you could even call him a new Demon Lord.”

Derus Robert laughed, saying that with Uriel included, they could be called the Six Demons.

“Does that answer your question?”
“…That’s sufficient.”

Tacheon nodded, his dark eyes lifting with quiet composure.

“Then let me ask something as well.”

Derus Robert continued, stroking the armrest.

“Has no one called the Heavenly Demon appeared yet?”

His eyes flashed darkly in return.

“I already went looking for him.”

Tacheon let out a short sigh, as if disappointed.

“I couldn’t meet with him and came back. It seems he has no intention of coming out yet.”

He smacked his lips, suggesting it would take some time.

“Hmph. Can’t even control one man.”

The White Blood Cult Master rolled her eyes disdainfully.

“As I’ve told you several times, he and I are equals. I cannot simply order him around.”

Tacheon clasped his hands together, asking for understanding.

“I see.”
“Yes, that’s correct.”

Derus Robert and Tacheon exchanged glances, their subtle smiles mirroring one another.

“If your curiosity is satisfied, shall we begin the meeting?”

Lectar furrowed his brow, eager to move things along quickly.

“Impatient, aren’t you? Fine.”

Derus Robert nodded and extended his right hand.

“Currently, the Five Emperors are using the Black Market’s intelligence network to locate Oma’s headquarters. The moment they pinpoint our location, they’ll mobilize their transcendents to erase us in one fell swoop.”

He chuckled softly, clearly aware of the Black Market’s movements.

“Direct action in this situation isn’t a good strategy. If we’re careless, we could be picked off one by one.”
“Then what do you propose?”

The White Blood Cult Master waved her pale hand, urging him to state his solution.

“In times like these, you don’t break through from within—you create the opening from without.”
“From without?”
“Yes. It would be best to cultivate strength from the edges of the Continent.”

A map of the Continent unfurled behind Derus Robert.

“The Five Emperors are growing stronger in the gap we’ve left behind. If we remain idle, we’ll be crushed by the disparity in power. So we must expand our forces as well.”

As he raised his finger, light began to shimmer across the edges of the Continent.

“The Continent is vast, and there are many places beyond the Five Emperors’ reach. The New Rising Powers help obscure our movements as well.”

Derus Robert had already devised a plan, assigning each member of Oma to positions where they could grow.

“I don’t like the location you’ve given me.”

The White Blood Cult Master wrinkled her nose, displeased with her designated position.

“Then I shall take that one instead.”

Tacheon laughed, indifferent to where he was sent.

“Do as you wish.”

Derus Robert nodded, unbothered by who went where.

“The locations I’ve designated are uncharted lands where relics and dungeons from ancient times still remain. They will be dangerous and treacherous, but the rewards will be equally boundless.”

He smiled coldly and clenched his fist.

“Send your most trusted subordinates to grow stronger there. We need every sharp blade we can muster for the wars to come.”

Derus Robert bared his teeth, insisting that stagnation was not an option.

“Stop stating the obvious.”

The White Blood Cult Master furrowed her brow and shook her head.

“And don’t speak to me in commands. I’m tempted to kill you.”

She raised her chilling gaze, demanding clarity on the hierarchy.

“Remember that.”

Derus Robert smiled peacefully even as he received the White Blood Cult Master’s killing intent.

“Hmph.”

The White Blood Cult Master snorted and erased the gray window.

Whoooosh.

The third window that had been illuminating the Black Tower Master vanished in an instant. He ended the meeting without uttering a single word.

“A meeting of little value.”

Lectar also spoke coldly before disappearing from the gray window.

“As for Derus Robert….”

Tacheon smiled faintly, gazing at the gray window where Lectar had been.

“Do you trust Lectar?”
“Who knows?”

Derus Robert raised his hand as if inviting Tacheon to speak first.

“Lectar has saved Raon Zigheart three times. Each time he blamed the Holy Sword Master, but he might harbor different intentions.”

Tacheon refrained from making a judgment himself, concluding his words ambiguously.

“I share that thought. Though regardless of Lectar’s heart, we do need his strength….”

Derus Robert’s lips curled into a long smile.

“And there’s certainly value in exploiting him. Wouldn’t you say?”
“Quite the information network you’ve built while playing the hero. Have you planted spies among us as well?”

Tacheon’s laughter remained composed despite his words.

“That applies to you as well.”

Derus Robert nodded with a faint smile playing at his lips.
The two transcendents exchanged an unsettling laugh, as if probing each other’s intentions, before ending the video conference.

“Sharp instincts on that one.”

Derus Robert erased the window showing Tacheon and let out a scoff.

“Did he meet with the Heavenly Demon?”

Tacheon claimed he hadn’t managed to meet the Heavenly Demon, but it was clear he had actually seen his face.
Even if he wasn’t moving now, it seemed he was preparing something.

“Derus Robert.”

Kubara, who had been observing the conference from behind, stepped forward.

“Are you planning to hide the fact that Raon Zigheart possesses the power of a Demon Lord?”

Kubara bowed respectfully, her tone questioning.

“That card is too valuable for those fools to use.”

Derus Robert shook his head lightly. His eyes grew chillingly cold as his lips twisted into a smile.

“Only I. Only I have the right to bring down Raon Zigheart.”

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“Sigh…”

Lectar leaned back in his chair and released a long breath.

“You’ve worked hard. Master. Or rather, Rion Lord.”

Mustan approached Lectar and bowed his head.

“That’s enough. Continue calling me Master, as you have until now.”

Lectar waved his hand weakly. His body slumped into the chair as if it had turned to liquid.

“Are you alright?”
“I’ve simply lost a bit of strength.”

Lectar waved his hand, telling him not to worry.

‘These are not easy opponents, after all.’

It was a different dimension from when I had been watching from behind the Holy Sword Union Master. Even through a video conference, my lungs felt parched.

‘Still, it’s not something I can’t endure.’

Derus Robert’s power was unfathomably deep and vast, but the other three were not on that level.
I couldn’t win, but it seemed I might be able to buy a little time.

‘Derus and Tacheon must be suspicious of me.’

Those two with their sharp intelligence and keen minds hadn’t even cast a glance of suspicion my way. They clearly had ulterior motives.

‘But I have to keep going.’

The situation was already set in stone. Having mounted the tiger that is Oma, I had to ride it to the end, even if my flesh and bones were torn away.

‘For Raon and Sylvia.’

As their father and grandfather, I had given them nothing.
In place of my worthless son, I wanted to throw away this old life and create information and opportunities that could give strength to Sylvia and Raon.

“Sigh.”

Lectar exhaled shortly and lowered his gaze.

“What happened to the Shadowless Sword Master and the Pale Ghost Sword Master?”
“They still refuse to acknowledge you as the Rion Lord.”

Mustan furrowed his brow, saying it wouldn’t be easy.

“Of course not. Those two entered this place consumed by the Holy Sword Master’s madness….”

Lectar shook his head, saying there was nothing simple about this, when his gaze met a squirrel’s outside the window.
The squirrel, frightened, descended the tree with an unripe fruit clenched between its teeth.

“Master?”
“No.”

Lectar rose from his chair and descended from the platform.

“I must see for myself.”

His back was broad and sturdy, yet something melancholic emanated from him.

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The blades clashed with a metallic screech.

Raon’s and Burren’s swords crossed and locked before separating roughly.

“Haah….”

Burren exhaled deeply, bending at the waist. His pallid complexion and bitten lips made him look as though he faced an insurmountable wall.

“Not a bad sword.”

Raon lowered the Heavenly Sword and nodded.

“Fast, disciplined, and sharp. But that’s all there is to it. Each sword technique operates independently, without harmony.”

The Cutting Wind Sword was undoubtedly a superior technique, but Burren himself was not wielding it efficiently.

“You understand the reason better than anyone.”

Raon struck Burren’s thigh with the flat of the Heavenly Sword.

A resonant boom echoed through the air.

Burren staggered backward, biting his lip.

“Refined elegance wrapped in precision.”

Raon pursued him relentlessly, his voice cutting like ice.

“You cannot abandon the subtlety you possessed from the beginning.”

He exploited Burren’s opening, his brow furrowing.

“If you wish to embrace something, embrace it completely. If you wish to discard it, discard it entirely. Yet you remain caught between the two.”
“Cough!”

Burren dropped to his knees, a groan tinged with blood escaping his lips.

“Hah… hah…”

His chest heaved as he exhaled in ragged, labored breaths.

“If you do not choose a clear direction, the gap between you and Martha and Lunan—whom you’ve barely managed to keep pace with—will only widen further.”
“I understand.”

Burren rose to his feet, nodding slowly.

“I will make a definitive choice. Let us continue.”

As he prepared to move again, Raon raised his hand to stop him.

“You’ve already reached your limit. If you push further, you won’t grow stronger—you’ll regress from injury. Besides, time has already run out.”

Raon pointed toward the night sky where the moon hung full and luminous. The training period had long since ended, and most of the swordsmen had already departed for their evening meal.

-This bastard’s eyes are sharp. His personality has truly transformed.

Wrath stroked his nose, remarking that everything about him had changed except for the intensity in his gaze.

That fellow thinks too much, but he will eventually reach great heights.

He licked his lips, saying that Burren’s struggles were merely stepping stones to becoming stronger.

‘That’s true.’

I nodded. Since I believed in Burren just as much, I could push him harder than anyone else.

“I see. Time has already passed.”

Burren smiled regretfully and lowered his sword.

“I’ll have to wait quite a while longer.”

Just as he was about to withdraw for personal training.

“R-Raon! Burren!”

Dorian rushed in with bread still in his mouth, leaping over the railing.

“The Central Intelligence Agency Master has emerged from the Chamber of Self!”

Dorian flailed his arms as he explained that the Master had left the Chamber of Self and entered the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Are you going too?”

Burren turned back, about to dash off.

“I have to.”

I nodded at his question and sheathed the Heavenly Sword.

I left the Training Ground with heavy steps and let out a short sigh.

‘Karun Zigheart.’

Whether you now stand before me or remain in that position….

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