The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 770

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Chapter 770

“What in the world is happening?! What does all this even mean?!”

Crain clutched his head, unable to comprehend the chaotic situation unfolding before him.

“It’s… hard to believe, but it seems the Severed Soul Sword and the Green-haired Queen are the Organization Master’s father and sister…”

Dorian trembled as he watched the Severed Soul Sword and the Green-haired Queen, their fierce auras clashing against each other.

“Raon…”

Burren bit his lip as he watched Raon pressing the Twin-Headed Demon back.

‘You don’t stop, even in a situation like this.’

Had he been in that position, his mind would have shattered like Sylvia’s, leaving him unable to do anything.

But Raon didn’t succumb to rage or despair. Instead, he quickly grasped the situation and devised a way to save his father and sister. It was a coldness and resolve worthy of admiration.

‘I want to help, but my role is already determined.’

The Gwangpung Corps’ duty was to firmly hold this castle wall so that Raon could focus solely on his battle with the Twin-Headed Demon.

“Gwangpung Corps! Our fight isn’t over yet! Focus on defense!”

Burren barked orders at the dazed Gwangpung Corps members while cutting down the orcs pouring over the collapsed castle wall.

“Understood!”

Martha sliced through five Red Ghost Soldiers in one sweep and nodded sharply.
She glanced at Raon’s back and bit her lip.

‘That monster of a man…’

Raon had once advised her that if she wanted to save her mother from the White Blood Cult Master, she must never lose her composure under any circumstances.
She had outwardly agreed, but inwardly consoled herself that anyone would become emotional in such a situation.

However, even upon witnessing his father and sister—whom he believed to be dead—now serving as Eden’s puppets, Raon did not lose his composure. Instead, he focused entirely on what he could accomplish in this moment.
The absurdity of it all drew a hollow laugh from my lips.

‘So he truly keeps his word.’

Through Raon, I had gained yet another spiritual awakening.
If that man could rescue his father and sister, perhaps there was hope that I too could save my mother.

“Get out of the way!”

Martha remained focused on the battle at the Castle Wall, yet her gaze never left Raon’s back—as if she would remember it even in death.

“Family….”

Lunan clenched Seolhwa tightly, his lips trembling.

‘It must hurt.’

Raon cherished his family more than anyone. Though his exterior remained serene, his heart must be churning with anguish and dread.

“Hah.”

Lunan exhaled sharply, then nodded toward Martha.

“I’ll be right back.”
“What? Where are you going!”
“Down below.”

Without waiting for Martha’s response, he vaulted down from the Castle Wall and approached Sylvia.

“I know this is difficult, but you must keep fighting.”

Lunan knelt before Sylvia and took her hand.

“…Lunan?”
“Raon told me once: a family must be protected by one’s own hands.”

Those were words he had spoken to me when I was paralyzed by fear of Sylvia, unable to do anything but collapse.
Now I offered her the same counsel that had lifted me to my feet, meeting her eyes with resolve.

“If not now, I might regret it forever.”

Lunan bowed her head, remembering the regret of failing to save her brother in time and the wounds carved into her parents’ bodies and hearts.

“That idiot’s words are right.”

Martha, who had followed Lunan at some point, lowered her gaze.

“If you just sit there, you can’t do anything. If you want to save your family, you have to stand up yourself.”

Martha also clenched her jaw as she echoed Raon’s counsel back to her.

“Hmm….”

Sylvia bit her lip as she watched Lunan and Martha, whose eyes shone far more resolute than her own.

‘I’m ashamed….’

Lunan and Martha weren’t just spouting textbook platitudes—they were offering heartfelt counsel rooted in the pain they had truly felt.
If she couldn’t understand the hearts of these children, she had no right to be a mother.

“Thank you.”

Sylvia bowed to Lunan and Martha. With trembling arms, she grasped her sword and pushed herself to her feet.

“You’re right—I have to protect my family myself.”

A faint smile crossed her face as she charged toward the Severed Soul Sword, who was locked in combat with Rimer.

“Edgar!”

Sylvia unleashed her aura toward the Severed Soul Sword, her roar cutting through like a rebuke.

“Wake up, you talkative bastard!”

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“Damn it.”

I furrowed my brow as I gazed at the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword, their flames and frost now extinguished.
I had wanted to sever the Twin-Headed Demon’s neck before the Divine Demon Harmony ended, but ultimately I failed to destroy its club, and both the divine and demonic blades vanished first.

Crack, crack, crack!

The Twin-Headed Demon seized the moment when the pressure weakened, swinging its club to drive me back.

“Haah….”

I wiped the cold sweat trickling down my neck and exhaled roughly.

“That was closer than expected, wasn’t it?”

The Twin-Headed Demon laughed awkwardly, as if surprised by its own performance.

“Not this time—you die today.”

I sheathed the Soul Reaper Sword and planted the Heavenly Sword upright before me. I let my heart continue to boil with rage, but cooled my mind with crystalline clarity.

‘I cannot afford to lose my composure.’

There were still several inconsistencies nagging at me.

The Twin-Headed Demon’s fingertips trembled as if panicked, but it was clearly hiding something.
Even as fury threatened to overturn my very being, I had to maintain my composure.

‘Yet….’

I felt as though I could not lose, no matter what.

The Ring of Fire and the emotion of Wrath, though fundamentally opposed, seemed to harmonize in some small way. It felt as though I could triumph against anyone.

Boom!

I surged toward the Twin-Headed Demon’s left side, sweeping the Heavenly Sword upward from below. Manhwa Palace Red Slash. Flames danced along the blade’s edge, tearing through space.

“Don’t you dare mock me!”

The Twin-Headed Demon gnashed its teeth and swung the wooden club. Despite the numerous cracks running across it, the weapon still radiated formidable aura.

Whoooosh!

The Heavenly Sword erupted with flames surpassing even the Divine Sword, forcefully pushing back the Twin-Headed Demon’s wooden club through sheer power.

“What kind of human possesses such strength…”

The Twin-Headed Demon’s eyes widened in disbelief as the flames grew increasingly intense.

“We’re far from finished.”

I leaned my upper body forward, channeling Wrath’s power into the Heavenly Sword.
The force of the Middle Heaven Strike, infused with the essence of both light and heavy sword techniques, doubled as it surged outward.

“Grrrrgh…”

The Twin-Headed Demon poured formidable aura into its wooden club, but it couldn’t withstand the Middle Heaven Strike. It staggered backward ten steps, carving deep footprints into the plains. Pain twisted its features grotesquely.
His eyes twisted deeply as if he were in severe pain.

“Argh!”

The Twin-Headed Demon let out a bestial roar and swung a wooden club.
“Die!”

The Twin-Headed Demon’s eyes blazed with bloodlust as it drove the sphere of aura downward. The sheer magnitude of power contained within it could shatter the entire plains.

Whoooosh.

I didn’t retreat. Instead, I stepped forward and raised the Heavenly Sword.

Wrath’s Demon Lord Final Technique.

The Chronicles of the Showdown with the Demon Lord of Wrath.
Silver Moon Sword.

Silver moonlight bloomed above the white sword blade, drawing an elegant arc.
The sword technique appeared graceful, but the azure flash erupting from the blade shattered the aura blazing like the sun and froze half of the wooden club solid.
It was a peerless technique possessing power beyond mere beauty.

“Kugh!”

The Twin-Headed Demon staggered, his arms and legs wavering as if he might collapse. He seemed to have taken a tremendous impact.

Whoooosh!

Raon burst through the thickly frozen plains with his body and charged directly at the Twin-Headed Demon.

“Don’t you ever need to breathe?”

The Twin-Headed Demon, grinding his teeth, unleashed a barrage of fierce aura toward Raon’s head as he rushed forward.

Screeeech!

Raon unfolded the Demon Suppression Sword with the Heavenly Sword, which still retained the chill of the Silver Moon Sword.
The sharp blade concealed within the damp cold pierced through the aura and grazed the Twin-Headed Demon’s collarbone.

Splurt!

Blood gushed forth like a fountain once more from the Twin-Headed Demon’s shoulder, which had already been cut before.

“Huff.”

Raon spat out the blood pooling at the corner of his mouth and slowly caught his breath.
Despite my internal injuries not being healed, my body felt strangely light. Perhaps because Wrath and the Ring of Fire weren’t interfering with each other, I could even unfold sword techniques I hadn’t yet mastered.

“Damn it….”

The Twin-Headed Demon trembled, his jaw quivering in shock that his offensive wasn’t landing at all.

“Why are you so surprised?”

Raon straightened his posture. With eyes burning crimson, I looked down at the Twin-Headed Demon and twisted my lips into a smirk.

“This is just the beginning.”

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Boom!

The Twin-Headed Demon parried Raon’s sword strike, heavy as a mountain, and curled his lips upward.

‘This one is the real deal.’

Monstrous physical prowess, an unshakeable mental fortitude, judgment that never faltered regardless of circumstance, and a talent that grew stronger through combat itself.
He seemed like a vessel Heaven had crafted to become the greatest warrior.

‘Of course, that solid soul of his is unnecessary.’

Once Eden’s helm was placed upon him, his original soul would perish, leaving only the monster’s consciousness behind.
Of course, if Tacheon conducted another of his bizarre experiments, who knew—but even he wouldn’t preserve Raon Zigheart’s soul.

“Ugh….”

The Twin-Headed Demon easily pierced through the fighting spirit and frowned at Raon’s blade that sought to cleave his waist, yet inwardly, he was still grinning.

‘Not yet. Come closer.’

He could kill Raon right now if he wished, but to obtain that body—the physique of a Godly Warrior—he needed patience.
The moment that fool exceeded his limits while intoxicated with excitement and power would be his opportunity.

‘What kind of monster will be born?’

The thought of placing ‘that helm’ recently created upon Raon and having him assault Zigheart, then witnessing Glen’s expression, was almost unbearable in its delicious anticipation.
Expectation and exhilaration caused sweat to pour down his entire body.

‘How thrilling.’

The Twin-Headed Demon licked his lips as he parried Raon’s increasingly ferocious sword strikes. His eyes gleamed with crimson desire.

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The Heavenly Sword extended with a sharp edge that cleaved through the air, colliding head-on with the Twin-Headed Demon’s wooden club.

Crash!

Aura and fighting spirit clashed, sending blood-red waves across the sky and earth.
The surface of the battlefield inverted, and the monsters standing upon it were pulverized and scattered.

Boom!

I ignored the shockwave and stepped forward with Taewhabo.
The Heavenly Sword, already swung before the sound could even reach, slashed across the Twin-Headed Demon’s thigh as it struggled to regain its stance.

“Ugh!”

The Twin-Headed Demon swung its wooden club violently. The expression that had always carried ease and mockery began to contort.

Clang!

I deflected the wooden club with the Snow Wind Sword Technique, then aimed the Radiant Sword at the Twin-Headed Demon’s neck.
The two sword techniques, which seemed as incompatible as water and oil, had seamlessly merged into one.

Screech!

Yet the Twin-Headed Demon, a master who had reached the pinnacle of the Grand Master realm, tilted its helmet slightly and prevented its neck from being severed.

‘It’s not easy after all. But…’

Exhilaration surged within me.
The emotion of wrath, which had felt like wearing an ill-fitting garment, now seemed to be becoming truly mine.

-Why is my wrath yours! The True Demon King merely lent it to you. No, it’s a loan!

Wrath’s pupils trembled as if confronting an incomprehensible situation.
From his reaction, it was clear that I was wielding wrath properly.

“Get out of my way!”

The Twin-Headed Demon shrieked and brought down its wooden club. Its aura had intensified—both in quality and quantity doubled compared to before.

Clang!

I wielded the Heavenly Sword like silk, channeling the Ring of Fire and Wrath simultaneously.

Manhwagong Heavenly Flame.
Shadowless Fragrance.

Flames erupted from the blade’s edge, taking the form of iron chains that coiled around the Twin-Headed Demon’s aura.

Whoosh!

The prison of flames incinerated the creature’s energy as if it had never existed, then dissipated.

“Stop using those ridiculous techniques!”

The Twin-Headed Demon retreated hastily, bewildered that its prepared martial techniques had been erased without effect. It blocked my path by summoning Monsters as it fled.
He blocked the path using monsters even as he fled.

Zing!

Raon stepped on the Taehwa Cloth while bending at the waist. He scattered Hwaryeong, burning the surrounding monsters, and pursued the Twin-Headed Demon.

“You bloodsucker!” or “You leech!”

The Twin-Headed Demon spewed curses as it fled, striking down with the qi it had gathered.
Shriek!

Dodging or retreating would have been the prudent choice, but I surged forward instead, thrusting the Heavenly Sword directly at my opponent.

Raon Zigheart School Sword Technique.

Raon Zigheart School’s sword test.
A cutting strike that severed the very instant of time split through the crimson wave of aura, baring its sharp edge toward the Twin-Headed Demon’s wooden club.

A slash that cuts through the instant called a moment pierced through the crimson-soaked waves of fighting spirit, baring sharp teeth toward the Twin-Headed Demon’s wooden club.

Crash!!

The Twin-Headed Demon’s wooden club finally split in half, snapping cleanly.
The legendary artifact imbued with the conviction that it could not be cut by blades—the Tacheon—knelt before the Heavenly Sword’s edge.

Between the halves of the club plummeting downward, I caught sight of the Twin-Headed Demon’s eyes widening in shock.

‘Now!’

I activated Extreme Harmony at full power. My vision narrowed, and as the battlefield seemed to recede behind me, I drew the Manhwagong’s celestial arc upward.

In that instant, the Twin-Headed Demon’s lips curled upward in a sinister grin.

“Welcome.”

With an eerie voice, something elongated erupted from behind the Twin-Headed Demon’s back.

Boom!

A powerfully built man wearing a second Ettin helmet emerged. He brought his greatsword crashing down toward the back of my head.
It was a natural strike, as if he had foreseen this moment from the very beginning.

I exhaled slowly.

I felt the greatsword descending above my head and drew in a breath.

A sense of incongruity.

Unlike Ettin, who possessed two heads and wielded two weapons, the Twin-Headed Demon had always fought with a single body and a single weapon.
That creature carried incongruity within its very existence.

From the moment the Green-haired Queen and the Severed Soul Sword’s true identities were revealed, I had not overlooked that sense of incongruity and the questions it raised.
Suspecting the Twin-Headed Demon harbored hidden intentions, I had continuously kept my mind sharp and vigilant.

Thud!

That composure now granted me a fleeting moment in time.

Roar!

The ring of fire resonated as if it would shatter, and a vivid surge of rage coursed through every mana circuit in my body.

Boom!

My heart pounded like a mountain drum, trembling as it opened the gateway to the Mental World.

Whoosh!

Memories seared like burns ignited in my mind.
Past recollections swept through like a panorama as my consciousness searched for a way to overcome this crisis.

I sifted through countless sword techniques and swordsmen before my gaze halted.

‘Found it.’

I glimpsed the only path to escape from a situation where my head would be crushed in moments.
What had been absolutely impossible before now seemed achievable.

Whooooom!

Eight rings of fire rotated at their peak, and the formulas of Seolhwa’s Breath Absorption and Seolhwa’s Breath Creation naturally intertwined.

The moment a new martial art’s flow was inscribed in the Mental World, the Soul Reaper Sword tucked at my waist drew itself out.

Clang!

The crimson blade burning with spectral fire traced the second form of the Demon Suppression Heart Technique from the Demon Slayer Sword, perfectly deflecting the Twin-Headed Demon’s greatsword.

The Holy Sword Master’s Order’s sword technique lingering in my consciousness manifested through my will.

Boom!

As the greatsword struck the ground, driven back by the Soul Reaper Sword, both Twin-Headed Demons’ eyes widened as if they would tear apart.

Screech!

Enduring the splitting headache, I pressed forward and scattered the rotating flames from the Heavenly Sword’s sword point.

Boom!

The blade wreathed in flames carved deep through the Twin-Headed Demon’s chest, spraying crimson blood in its wake.

Boom!

The impossible mystery I had unleashed brought the war between the plains and the castle wall to an abrupt standstill.

And then.

A faint light flickered to life within the Severed Soul Sword’s pitch-black eyes.

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