The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 775

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Chapter 775

I gripped the Heavenly Sword tighter as I gazed up at the pristine night sky, unmarred by a single cloud.

‘Did I actually pull it off?’

Even with Wrath’s offer to help, I had never truly believed I could capture Tacheon.
Even now, it felt surreal—as though I were trapped in a dream.

“Hah…”

I exhaled deeply and turned to look behind me, listening to the breathing of Lectar, Sylvia, Edgar, Sia, Merlin, and Rimer. I pressed my lips together firmly.

‘I’m grateful they’re safe.’

Even while fighting Tacheon, I had been more concerned with their wellbeing than my own survival.
These people had become far more important to me than I had realized.

‘Thank you. I wouldn’t have survived today without you.’

I bowed my head slightly toward Wrath, who remained silent.

‘So all I need to do now is get far away before the ring’s feathers completely disappear, right?’

Lectar and Sylvia’s vitality was draining rapidly, which troubled me. But my presence here posed an even greater danger. I had to distance myself as much as possible before the rampage began.

-Not yet.

Wrath furrowed his brow as he surveyed the frost-covered battlefield.

‘What?’
-Just before your attack and the True Demon King’s collided, that masked bastard’s aura surged violently.

He shouted at me to focus, insisting that the creature must have survived.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

Before Wrath could finish speaking, a vast expanse of light surged from the cracks in the Battlefield, transforming into golden lightning that poured down upon the Arian Family.

‘He’s not targeting me—he’s aiming for them!’

I bit my lip and drew Heavenly Sword repeatedly in a spinning arc.

Kwaaaaaaa!

Eight blades erupted in a fierce rotation, erasing every trace of the descending light like a meteor shower.

“Ugh….”

I exhaled a thin groan, my fingertips trembling. Wrath’s aura still lingered within me, but my consciousness was crumbling under the ever-intensifying waves of rage.
I couldn’t sustain this battle much longer.

‘And their situation is far too dire.’

Up close, Sylvia and Lectar’s conditions were far more critical than I had anticipated. Without immediate intervention, their lives would be forfeit.

‘Damn it….’

I bit my tongue and moved toward Sylvia and Lectar. As I attempted to expel the demonic energy consuming their bodies using the sacred light blooming from darkness, light and shadow twisted together in a spiral descended from the heavens.

-Block it, even if it costs your life!
‘Understood!’

I extended Heavenly Sword forward and unleashed Middle Heaven Cannon.
I drew the spreading light and darkness into the sword’s trajectory and detonated it all at once.

Kuwaaaaaang!

I froze the shockwave of the explosion to prevent others from being harmed, then lowered Heavenly Sword.

“Tacheon….”

As I lifted my gaze, I saw Tacheon suspended in the sky, wings of light and shadow unfurled.

Gooooo!

The mask’s mouth was drenched in black blood, and his chest bore countless scars as if barbed wire had been driven through it, while his right arm was torn away at the shoulder, gushing blood like a waterfall.

‘So this is just the beginning….’

I bit my lip. When Tacheon reveals his full power, those white and black wings unfold.
Though the wounds appeared severe, the intensified momentum suggested he was declaring that the real battle was about to begin.

-No, our attacks definitely landed.

Wrath looked up at Tacheon and shook his head.

-That bastard is on the brink of death. Plus, he still hasn’t healed the soul wound inflicted by that old geezer Nadine.
‘It’s still there?’
-It’s the soul, not the body. Even transcendents cannot easily recover from soul wounds.

He raised his fist, declaring that we had sufficient odds of victory.

‘Got it. Since you said “our,” I’ll trust you.’
-What are you talking about?
‘You just said our attacks landed. I quite like the word “our.”‘

I smiled faintly and nudged Wrath with my elbow.

-Pah, nonsense! The True Demon King said no such thing!

Wrath shook his head, his face flushed crimson.

-Stop spouting foolish words and focus on the fight!
‘Right. We’ll talk after this is over.’

I exhaled deeply and lifted my gaze.

“Kugh!”

Tacheon slowly raised his hand and grasped his mask.

“Krahahahaha!”

He unleashed a wild laugh toward the sky, showing neither rage nor panic in his expression.

“Yes. Now I understand.”

Tacheon lowered his golden eyes and twisted his lips into a smile.

“Raon Zigheart. You were the final piece.”

He drew a radiant smile as if he had discovered a hidden jewel, exhaling a deep and profound sigh of wonder.

“The final piece?”

I met Tacheon’s golden gaze while furrowing my brow.

“What nonsense are you spouting?”
“Don’t you know? Or haven’t you realized yet? Well, it hasn’t manifested, after all.”

Tacheon chuckled, muttering incomprehensible words as if his mind had already departed.
Even when Glen had threatened his life, he hadn’t lost his elegant composure, which was what unsettled me.

“It’s not yet the time, but desire is something I cannot suppress.”

Tacheon licked his lips slowly and extended his left hand.

Whoooosh!

Condensed darkness erupted from his grasp, beginning to pull me in like a black hole.

Boom!

I planted my feet firmly with a heavy stance, resisting the gravitational pull of the darkness Tacheon had unleashed with my body as I looked toward Wrath.

‘Could that bastard have sensed your existence?’
-I know not. And even if he did, it matters not.

Wrath clenched his small fists, insisting that I fight to the end to protect Mother.

“Let me enjoy this a bit more.”

The moment Tacheon drew a grotesque smile, golden radiance blazed forth from the black sky.

Crack!

The moment he flicked his finger, the slender trajectories of light surrounding the radiance extended across heaven and earth. They targeted not just him, but every human present in this place.

Screeeech!

I stepped back and summoned the Flame of Ice.
Thousands of ice flowers blooming from the blade’s center became shards of frost, wrapping around Tacheon’s light.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

Light and frost collided as snowflakes scattered densely through the air.

Thunderous crash!

I pierced through the shockwave erupting from the collision of light and frost, unfolding the Thirty-Six Directional Slash.
An ancient sword strike piercing thirty-six directions simultaneously swept across Tacheon’s entire body.

“Though uninvited, you are most welcome.”

With Tacheon’s smile, a ring of darkness bloomed and rotated rapidly, pushing back all thirty-six slashes in an instant. It was a deflection created by the gravitational pull of darkness.

Yet my blade still remained unbroken.

Boom!

I leaned my upper body forward and drove the Demonic Justice Sword down toward the ring of darkness still bearing the impact of the Thirty-Six Directional Slash.

Piercing shriek!

The path of the Demonic Justice Sword, establishing its own justice within darkness, pierced through the gravitational pull of darkness and lodged itself in Tacheon.

“Kugh!”

Tacheon coughed up black blood and staggered backward. A black hole tore through his abdomen where he had barely stopped the bleeding, and blood poured forth.

Click.

I tried to pursue the retreating Tacheon but stopped. My legs and arms had grown heavy, and my body would not move properly.

-What are you doing?! You’re not the only one exhausted—that monster is on death’s door as well!

Wrath pointed at Tacheon, whose breathing had grown ragged, and gnashed his teeth.

-The wounds from your combined strike with the True Demon King remain unhealed!
‘I know!’

I cursed inwardly and pressed my assault on Tacheon.

“Krhkhkh!”

Tacheon’s lips curled upward as if savoring the pain, and he unleashed waves of light and darkness in rapid succession.

Zing!

I pressed my assault on Tacheon while simultaneously deploying the Heavenly Sword’s Divine Flame Dance to shield those behind me.
A blade strike infused with noble grace carved a diagonal wound across Tacheon’s chest, splitting through light and darkness alike.

Whoooosh!

Tacheon transformed into light and vanished to prevent further damage.

Zing!

Without seeing Tacheon, I traced my blade along his aura, drawing the Frost Chain.
Two streaks of sword energy shot across the horizon, grazing Tacheon’s shoulder and thigh as he materialized on the right.

Splurt!

Tacheon finally coughed up blood and dropped to one knee.

“Excellent….”

Yet he showed no sign of pain, his face bright with a radiant smile as he nodded.

‘Is he truly insane?’

I swallowed hard, watching Tacheon’s smile.

‘No, that’s not it.’

Tacheon’s eyes were certainly tinged with madness, but deep within them, the light of desire gleamed brilliantly.
If he were truly insane, his eyes would never hold such a glimmer.

‘Then he must have something he’s after.’

I still couldn’t understand Tacheon’s words, but one thing was certain—he was targeting me.

‘Now it’s a battle of wills.’
-Whatever happens, finish this quickly! We’re running out of time!

Wrath trembled, cold sweat dripping from his form. Just as he said, my limits were approaching. Whether Tacheon died or I did, this had to end.

Boom!

I stomped the ground with legs grown heavy as stone. Treading the Three Paths of Harmony, I unleashed the Frozen Sea of Desolation.

Roooaarrr!

Like a brush dipped in blue paint drawing azure waves across canvas, the Heavenly Sword channeling Wrath’s essence summoned a tidal wave of frost into this world.
A colossal wave of freezing cold engulfed Tacheon’s entire body.

Crash!

As Tacheon’s wings unfurled simultaneously, spheres of light and darkness rose up, beginning to suppress the Frozen Sea of Desolation with raw force.

‘Now.’

While Tacheon and the Frozen Sea of Desolation clashed, I took the second step of the Three Paths of Harmony. Unfolding the footwork of ultimate swiftness, the world narrowed, and only Tacheon filled my vision.

Screech!

I brought Red Fang down toward Tacheon, whose left hand lay open.

Splurt!

But the blade of the Heavenly Sword failed to pierce Tacheon’s heart. His right arm, which had sprouted anew, summoned darkness and thrust Red Fang away.

“Welcome.”

Tacheon nodded with a deep smile playing across his face.

Crash!

Overwhelmed by the encroaching darkness, the Heavenly Sword slipped from his grasp and soared into the void.

“Our final fragment.”

Rather than seeking to kill me, he extended his hand toward my throat as if to subdue me.

-Fall back!
‘No.’

I did not resist Tacheon’s grasp. Instead, I stood motionless as though my strength had abandoned me.

-What are you doing!
‘You said it yourself. End this quickly.’

To protect my family and comrades behind me, I had to finish this here.

Slide!

I caught the plummeting Heavenly Sword with its scabbard. The moment the silver-white blade was sheathed, a bone-chilling cold emanated from the dragon’s eyes carved into the scabbard—as if it could freeze the very world.
The charging of the draw technique was complete.

Boom!

The moment Raon’s neck was seized in Tacheon’s grip, he stepped into True Angle. Grasping his sword with the icy energy blooming from his toes flowing through his waist and shoulders.

Eighth Form: Extreme Severance.
Type 8 island extremity knot.

A draw technique perfected to its zenith. The blade burned with azure light, piercing through the radiance and shadow Tacheon had conjured, and severed his throat.
The sword strike reached its ultimate form. The blue-burning sword spirit pierced through the light and darkness that Tacheon had unleashed, slashing across the enemy’s neck.

“Ah…”

Tacheon’s head fell away, a smile still lingering on his face as if he didn’t even realize he’d been cut. His body collapsed backward like a falling corpse.

“Cough!”

I drove the Heavenly Sword into the ground and spat out blackened blood. I had truly reached my limit. I didn’t even have the strength to walk, let alone fight.

“As expected… you are indeed certain.”

Tacheon looked up at me, his eyes trembling violently.

“We… we shall meet again on that day…”

Even as his breath was fading, his eyes gleamed with ravenous desire before he sank into the darkness blooming from the Battlefield.

“I… I protected them.”

I turned my gaze away, clutching my head as it throbbed as if it might tear apart.
I was far more relieved that my family and comrades had survived than that my own life remained intact.

-Well done, boy!

Wrath looked down at me and exhaled sharply.

-Using that scabbard at the end like that, you truly are… ah!

He began to marvel but then shook his head, realizing this was not the time.

-Time! We have no time! Move quickly!
‘I’m sorry…’

I bit my lip as I looked at the fallen figures around me.

‘I truly have no strength left.’

My head spun, and my body was stiffening like stone.
I needed to provide emergency aid to Sylvia and Lectar, whose vitality had been completely drained, and then flee far away, but I could neither save them nor escape.

-Ugh…

Wrath also seemed at a loss, his lips trembling as his gaze flickered between the two figures.

-You, get as far from this place as you can! That is the priority!
‘…I understand.’

I crawled toward the Forest on my knees.
As I forced my limbs to move, pushing back the rage that threatened to consume my mind, I felt an overwhelming surge of mana from above.

Lifting my head, I saw three colossal dragons spreading their blade-like wings.

‘The Dragon Lord….’

The dragon hovering at the center was the Dragon Lord—that ancient wyrm who appeared only when unnecessary and wreaked havoc. Beside him were the Red and Blue Dragons, both ancient dragons of Lord-tier strength.

‘Why now of all times….’

They arrived at the very moment Wrath’s power surged. This was truly the worst possible scenario.

[Is this a manifestation of a Demon Lord!]

The Dragon Lord gazed down at me, his eyes narrowing.

[I shall erase you without a trace!]

The Dragon Lord and the two ancient dragons opened their massive maws toward me. From their gaping throats—dark as the Bottomless Abyss—torrents of light, flame, and frost cascaded down, saturated with lethal intent.

I watched the dragons’ breath fill the sky, my jaw clenching.

I was trapped between two impossible choices.

If I surrendered to the rage now, everyone here would die. If I took that breath attack, I would perish.
There was no option left but an extreme decision.

-….

Wrath grew calm instead. It seemed he was entrusting the choice to me.

‘The decision was made long ago.’

I resonated the ring of fire until the very end, pushing back the rage that pierced through my mind.

‘It would be better if I died.’

The value I had gained living this second life was more precious than my vengeance against Derus Robert. Even if I perished, I could not bear to lose them.

‘But….’

I would struggle to the very end.

I gritted my teeth and lifted my head. I raised my sword in desperation toward the three torrents of breath pouring down as if to shatter the heavens.

Screeeeeech!

The moment I was about to bring down the Heavenly Sword to fight until the end, the breath—no, the very sky split open.

A spear-sword technique that contained darkness and coldness. Only one person in this world could unfold such swordsmanship.

Uuuuuuung!

The sky that held the dawn split asunder, and the moon that had risen in solitude twisted.

Beneath the distorted moonlight, Glen Zigheart stood, draped in a black robe.
The presence of the Lord who commanded all dragons crumbled like dry kindling before him.

[Glen Zigheart….]

The Dragon Lord glared at Glen and let out a shriek.

[Interfering again!]

He gnashed his teeth, spewing forth rage and bewilderment.

“You’ve endured well.”

Glen did not look at the Dragon Lord, but rather at me. With black horns sprouting from his forehead and blood spilling from my lips, he gazed upon his grandson with a gentle smile.

“F-Father.”

Raon’s lips trembled as he collapsed to the ground. The moment he saw Glen, all the tension drained from his body, and he could no longer stand.

[What are you doing?! That creature possesses the power of a Demon Lord!]
“That’s…”

Glen shook his head without even glancing at the Dragon Lord.

“What of it?”
[If you don’t kill him now, the True Demon King will descend!]
“Be silent. I will handle this myself.”

He waved his hand dismissively, as if ordering them to leave at once.

[Grraahhh! Attack! We must kill him now!]

At the Dragon Lord’s cry, the ancient dragons unleashed their breath and magic once more.

“I told you to be silent.”

The moment Glen raised the Heavenly Sword, the sky split asunder, and the throat of the ancient dragon spewing breath was torn open. The Dragon Lord coughed blood as he plummeted from the sky.

“Do not darken the sky above my children. You scheming wretches.”

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