The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 774

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Chapter 774

I watched Tacheon plummet through the air, his chest split open, my eyes widening in shock.

‘What…?’

Moments ago, I had succumbed to rage and lost all reason. I felt darkness flooding my mind, yet somehow my consciousness had returned. I couldn’t understand why.

‘And…’

I was overflowing with power.

My ravaged mind had settled into tranquility, and an immense force unlike anything I’d ever experienced coursed through my entire body. Omnipotence. It felt as though I could command all things under heaven and earth.

-Of course!

Wrath burst forth from below and thrust his face toward mine.

-Because this is the True Demon King’s power!

He shrieked that I had stolen his strength.

‘Stolen?’
-Didn’t you feel yourself being consumed by rage!
‘I did.’
-Just as I was about to be sucked into your body and rampage, the ring embedded in your chest—

Wrath raised his round hand and pointed to the left side of my chest.

-Wings erupted from that ring and pushed me back! What in the world is that thing!

He shook his head frantically, insisting this was impossible.

‘Wings?’

I reached toward my left chest with trembling hands. Just as Wrath had said, above the eight rings rotating together as one, wings of flame wreathed in heat had blossomed forth.

-The moment those wings unfurled, your mind became so fortified that I couldn’t penetrate it. Your strength departed, yet your consciousness remained here—how does that even make sense?
‘So that’s why the rampage stopped?’
-Indeed. Thanks to that, I was able to regain control over my wrath.

Wrath furrowed his brow, muttering that if not for this, everyone in the Arian Family would have perished.

“Hmm….”

I turned to look behind me. Everyone from the Arian Family had collapsed from the earlier explosion, but fortunately, the distance seemed to have spared them from death.

-In other words, those wings are the duration of your rationality.

Just as Wrath said, the feathers from the wings were falling one by one. Once they disappeared entirely, I would lose all control.

-So you must drive him away during this time and distance yourself from here as much as possible.

Wrath slowly lifted his gaze and pointed toward the fallen Tacheon.

‘But I severed his heart…’
-That won’t kill him.

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Tacheon. I had split his heart with the Heavenly Sword, yet Wrath was certain the man would rise again.

Kuguguguguguuu!

As if to prove Wrath’s words true, brilliant light spread around Tacheon’s body, and he slowly rose to his feet.
It was a sacred sight, as if the very word “resurrection” had been brought to life.

‘How am I supposed to defeat someone like that?’

I bit my lip and raised the Heavenly Sword.

‘I’m not sure if I can do this.’
-Don’t worry. Your physical abilities and aura right now are unmistakably mine.
‘So that’s where this power comes from.’
-Your spirit is severely—disgustingly—lacking, but your body and aura are at their peak, so it’s worth fighting!

Wrath shook his head, saying that while I couldn’t utilize all of his power, it would be enough to endure.

-And you don’t have the choice of whether you can do it. You must do it.

Wrath pointed at the people collapsed before us as he spoke.

-They haven’t died yet.
‘Ah….’

Just as Wrath said, I could hear the breathing of Merlin, Rimer, and Edgar. Even Edgar’s breath reached my ears.

However, Lectar, who had blocked all the demonic energy at the front, and Sylvia, who had thrown herself forward to protect Edgar and Sia, were breathing so faintly that it wouldn’t be strange if their breaths stopped at any moment.

‘I see.’

I nodded with my lips pressed tight.

‘It’s not about whether I can do it. I absolutely must do it.’

The moment I thought about moving the people, Wrath’s power moved of its own accord, lifting the collapsed Merlin, Rimer, Edgar, Sylvia, Sia, and Lectar into the air.

I moved the six of them toward the Arian Family, then stepped forward to face Tacheon.

“…That terrifying presence has vanished.”

Tacheon’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had sensed the energy wave from when Wrath was about to descend.

“Your power remains absurdly vast, but it feels incomparably weaker than before.”

He narrowed his eyes as if trying to comprehend this bizarre situation.

“Then come at me. I’ll rip that mouth of yours to shreds.”

I beckoned Tacheon with a flick of my finger.

“Indeed…. Burying you here would be the right choice.”

Tacheon raised his hand, deciding that he must bury Raon here—a variable that created countless uncertainties. A magnificent radiance erupted from his palm.

-Don’t be tense.

Wrath gripped Raon’s shoulder, exhaling heavily.

-If that masked bastard were a swordmaster, no matter how much of the True Demon King’s aura he possessed, you’d have no chance against him. But he’s a mage and a sorcerer. You’ll have enough to fight with.
‘Right. I have to try.’

The moment Raon nodded, light gathered in Tacheon’s hand shot forward.
Unlike ordinary magic that took the form of arrows or blades, this was light itself—so fast that even with my keen vision, I could only see a faint white trajectory.

-The upper and left sides won’t reach you! Block only the front!
‘Understood.’

Following Wrath’s guidance, I flooded the mana circuits coursing through my body with frost and unleashed it toward the blazing assault ahead.

Roooaaarrr!

The wave of frost extending from the Heavenly Sword’s blade pierced through and severed the light that had burrowed nearly to my face.

“Your aura is absurdly powerful, but your skill remains as it was.”

Tacheon, unfazed as if this were merely the beginning, unleashed even denser light. Thin strands of luminescence condensed into a thick pillar, and its speed doubled—no, tripled.

Shwooooosh!

I exhaled half a breath and drew the Frost Bloom.
A colossal blade of frost erupted from my sword and cleaved the pillar of light that shot forth like a cannonball. The cold that froze even the radiance itself—a power that defied the world’s principles.

“I don’t understand it, but…”

Tacheon’s eyes narrowed as if he couldn’t believe the frozen light.

“Hastily acquired power always has its limits.”

He believed I would eventually crumble and unleashed even thicker, more intense light.

-Normally, that’s true. But…

Wrath trembled, his nose bridge furrowing.

-This one is different! He twists causality itself on his own!

The creature shook its head desperately, as if appealing to Tacheon.

“Let us end this here.”

As Tacheon flicked his finger, eight pillars of light erupted around me.
They blocked any escape route, and the sinister magic carried the intent to erase my very existence.

-There is no need to fear! Trust in the True Demon King’s power and your blade!
‘Of course.’

I stepped forward without hesitation. Advancing toward the pillars of light, I unleashed the Frost Flame Dragon Technique.

Roooaaarrr!

From the pristine white sword aura, a dragon rose forth—even larger than Kaibhar.
The moment the azure dragon’s maw opened, a breath of such bitter cold that it seemed to freeze the entire world poured forth, shattering all the pillars of light.

Whoooosh!

The plains, once saturated with crimson blood and black demonic energy, transformed into a pristine snowy expanse unmarred by a single footprint.

“Haah…”

I exhaled white breath and straightened my spine.

‘Now I’m beginning to understand.’

Because I had naturally wielded Glacia’s cold for so long, operating Wrath’s power presented no significant difficulty.
Though the scale was immense and occasionally overwhelming, my body had grown strong enough to endure it.

-Ugh, things are going well, but why am I so irritated…?

Wrath’s face showed both relief and annoyance simultaneously—half smiling, half grimacing.

“How troublesome you are.”

As Tacheon extended his hand wide, the night vanished, and heaven and earth became suffused with brilliant radiance.
Everything before my eyes appeared to glow with Tacheon’s light. Countless beams of varied brilliance—as diverse as the forms of swordsmanship—converged from all directions.

Zing!

I raised the Heavenly Sword with an elegant stance. Atop the blade that soared skyward like a piercing spear, frost-laden petals bloomed in shades of blue.

Tens of thousands—no, far more—fragments of frost collided with the luminous aura that Tacheon had unleashed.

Boom!

Countless collisions erupted in succession, the earth’s surface buckling and heaving, the sky shrieking with thunder. An unreal and violent shockwave cascaded endlessly.
The surging force seemed to have no end.

Crash!

I refused to remain on the defensive, pushing against the earth itself as I advanced.
A faint, luminous chill formed wings of ice behind my back, while the Frost World Tree erupting from the earth’s fissures absorbed even deeper cold.

Slash!

The Heavenly Sword, transformed into a blue lightning bolt, pierced through the wall of light Tacheon had conjured, carving deep wounds across his left shoulder and chest.

Flash!

As I moved to follow up with another strike, Tacheon dissolved into fragments of light and retreated.

“It seems that first sword strike of yours was no accident after all.”

He furrowed his brow, meeting my crimson gaze.

Hum!

Tacheon brought his hands together, his lips moving in rapid incantation. As his ultra-fast chant concluded, luminous trails spread like clouds above his head, and a torrential downpour of light descended from the heavens.

I had to block it all.

I clenched my teeth and unleashed the Sky-Embracing Sword Dance. Within the sword strike that contained the heavens, the Demon Lords’ energy rippled forth, ensnaring the cascading deluge of light from above.

Boom!

Wrath’s frigid aura froze even the pillar of light, and with power still remaining, it painted the very sky white.
To produce such a result with his own strength, which had not yet touched transcendence—it was power that transcended the very concept of martial arts.

—Don’t stand there in shock! Press the attack now!
‘I know!’

I suppressed my ragged breathing and drove toward Tacheon’s left flank. Raising the Heavenly Sword that I’d angled downward, I unleashed the Silver Moon Dream.

Screeeech!

The Heavenly Sword’s blade, split into dozens of fragments like the light cluster Tacheon had conjured, surged toward his throat.

Whooooom!

As Tacheon brought his fingers together, a slowly rotating ring of darkness erupted from his neck.

Zzzzzzzt!

The Heavenly Sword could not reach Tacheon’s throat and halted before the darkness. From within the rotating void, I felt a terrifying pulling force dragging the blade inward.

“How considerate of you to come so close.”

Tacheon smiled as though it were already over, extending his fist brimming with light.

“You’re the one who’s finished!”

I stretched my left hand toward Tacheon’s luminous fist.

Lord of Wrath’s decisive technique.
Silver Moon Demon Palace.

As I unleashed Wrath’s technique with Wrath’s body and aura, the violent cold that surged from my fingertips consumed not only the light but Tacheon himself.

Craaaaaaash!

An Ice Mountain rose up over the cracked Battlefield, completely trapping Tacheon. It was literally the power to freeze the world.

“Huff…”

Raon clutched his left chest and exhaled a turbid breath.

‘If only it would end here.’

Gory’s wings had barely half remaining. The faster he used his great power, the quicker the feathers seemed to vanish.

Crack, crack, crack!

But contrary to his hopes, the Silver Moon Demon Field’s incomplete mastery proved insufficient as the darkness Tacheon unleashed shattered the mountain of ice mercilessly.

-You fall far short.

Wrath clicked his tongue briefly, remarking that if it had been his own Silver Moon Demon Field, the battle would have ended here.

“Phew.”

Tacheon brushed ice fragments from his sleeve and exhaled a hollow breath.

“Such cold qi—this isn’t martial technique but magic-level power.

He erased the darkness and light dwelling in his grasp and raised his hand edge.

“I suppose I must draw my sword this time.”

Tacheon drew his silk-smooth hand downward from above. In that instant, the space where he stood began to split.

‘How can I…’

A power that severed space without warning—I couldn’t grasp how to evade or block such a thing.

-Remember when you caught Kaibhar in the sea! A sword that cleaves space!
‘Ah…’

At Wrath’s cry, I recalled Aris Zigheart’s spatial severance that had split Kaibhar’s breath.
Tracing the trajectory she had created in reverse, I raised the Heavenly Sword.

Raon Zigheart School Sword Technique.
Seventh Form. Void Slash.

I thrust a Void Strike upward from beneath my feet to block the space-rending slash descending from above.
The two space-severing slashes collided from different angles, tearing a pitch-black rift through the air.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Azure frost surged through the fractured space, freezing the shockwave that had been about to erupt in its tracks.
The sky and earth froze a pristine white, their center split black—a sight that seemed to herald the end of the mortal world.

“Ugh…”

My fingertips trembled as I gripped the Heavenly Sword, and I bit down on my lip.

‘Like walking on thin ice.’

Each clash with Tacheon felt as though death crept closer at my back. My heart pounded so violently it threatened to burst, making each breath increasingly difficult.

-This is only the beginning.

Wrath exhaled a low breath and shook his head.

-That bastard hasn’t shown his true strength yet.
‘…I know.’

I knew better than anyone that Tacheon wasn’t fighting with his full power.
Right now, he was holding back because of Wrath’s presence—the aura I’d felt from the beginning.

“Did you offer your soul to the Demon Race?”

Tacheon’s eyes narrowed as he observed the horns sprouting from my forehead.

“Not my soul—something precious in its own way.”

I forcibly steadied my breathing and lifted my head.

‘Not much time left.’

The Flame Wings protecting the Ring of Fire had dwindled to barely a quarter of their original size.
At this rate, I would lose my sanity before I could drive Tacheon back.

“But you keep running your mouth—don’t tell me you’re actually scared?”

Raon tilted his chin up and chuckled.

“Planning to claim you weren’t serious if you lose later? Though I suppose it would be embarrassing for the head of Eden to get beaten down by a Grand Master.”

I shrugged my shoulders as if to say I understood.

“…Very well.”

Tacheon nodded slowly, his expression unchanged.

“I don’t have much time either, so let’s end the games here.”

He brought his right and left hands together and unleashed an incantation at superhuman speed. As light from his right hand and darkness from his left crossed, a colossal pillar rose up, connecting heaven and earth.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

The pillar, its light and darkness intermingling and gradually turning gray, spread outward as if to erase everything in existence, collapsing the frozen sky and earth beneath it.
It was nothing short of an endless storm of annihilation.

-That is beyond your power to withstand.

Wrath shook his head, saying the energy contained in that pillar was far from normal.

‘I have to try anyway.’

I grasped the Heavenly Sword with both hands. I had to endure it, even if it meant burning away everything I possessed—my strength and my soul.

-It cannot be done.
‘What?’
-Even if you sacrifice everything, you cannot win. So…

Wrath muttered that it was impossible and grasped my left hand.

-The True Demon King shall aid you one final time.

He looked in turn at the fallen Sylvia, Edgar, and Lectar before nodding.

Go. The True Demon King will match your pace. Unleash the greatest martial art you possess.

Wrath squeezed my left hand tighter, as if urging me forward with unwavering faith.

‘…Understood.’

Wrath was a Demon Lord who kept his word. Trusting him completely, I unleashed Creation against the surging tempest of light and darkness.

“Sword Realm Manifestation.”
-Demonic Path Manifestation.

Above the Heavenly Sword’s blade spirit, which painted the heavens and earth in golden radiance, noble silver frost bloomed exquisitely.

“Creation.”
-Snowflower Bloom.

Azure flowers blossomed within the brilliant radiance of Creation spreading forth. The overwhelming aura of a monster that froze even light and darkness itself consumed the world.

Roooaaarrr!

What followed was a magnificent sword strike that seemed to cleave the heavens, accompanied by countless thin, razor-sharp cuts extending without measure.

The frozen pillars of light and darkness were erased without a trace, and frost flowers scattered from the sky.

Everything that existed before my eyes vanished.

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