The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 810

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Chapter 810
“If you can break me with swordsmanship, I’ll tell you where the person you’re looking for is.”
Darkan lifted his lips with confidence, as if he’d forgotten about his own injuries.
“You’d better keep that promise.”
A deep, ominous lightning flickered across Rust’s blue eyes.
“If you’re lying, I’ll make you live a life far worse than death.”
She unleashed a chilling aura and tilted her curved blade diagonally.
Gooooooo!
As Darkan and Rust’s auras collided, a deep blue vortex bloomed in the empty air.
The tremendous shockwave reduced building debris to dust and uprooted trees from their foundations.
“Huh…”
I exhaled softly as I watched Rust and Darkan prepare for battle.
‘Now they understand each other…’
Rust and Darkan had been unable to communicate, as if speaking different languages, yet ironically, they found perfect understanding the moment they began to fight.
‘But how did it come to this?’
I had been contemplating how to save everyone when Rust arrived, never expecting Darkan to step forward like this.
The unexpectedness of it left my mind reeling.
‘No, thinking about it… it makes sense.’
Darkan, obsessed with the sword, had met a swordmaster of transcendence, and Rust, obsessed with Wrath, had met a human radiating fury—so their collision wasn’t strange at all.
‘The movements of transcendents are difficult to predict.’
I let out a short sigh watching Darkan and Rust.
-It’s not because they’re transcendents! Those two are just lunatics!
Wrath shook his head vigorously, insisting that Darkan and Rust were the abnormal ones.
-And now isn’t the time to admire them—it’s time to escape!
He grabbed my sleeve and shook it, like a cat begging for food.
The feeling was exactly like watching a kitten demanding treats.
-Even the True Demon King has grown tired of this madwoman’s obsession! She’s on par with your Mad Woman!
Wrath shouted that Rust was equal to Merlin and urged me to flee quickly.
‘If I move now, Rust’s attention might turn toward us instead.’
I shook my head and took a step back.
Everyone else was still—if I moved alone, it would look suspicious. Now was the time to wait.
-Mm…
Wrath nodded briefly, unable to refute that logic.
-Then the moment they start fighting, we bolt!
‘Understood.’
I agreed, but I had no intention of fleeing immediately. A battle between Darkan and Rust would surely teach me much.
“Ugh…”
Dorian sank to the ground, overwhelmed by the aura Darkan and Rust were unleashing. The moment a dull sound echoed, the two transcendents surged forward as if they’d been waiting.
Shhhhring!
Rust bent low at the waist and wielded her curved blade with a fluid motion that belied its ferocity. She descended like a tiger diving upon its prey.
“Not just the sword itself, but her swordsmanship is peculiar too!”
Darkan had already reclaimed Jalec’s sword and parried Rust’s strike with perfect precision.
Screeeech!
Yet despite the solid defense, his shoulder split open and blood sprayed upward.
“…What is this now?”
Darkan touched the wound on his shoulder and furrowed his brow.
“Is it a piercing technique? No, it doesn’t feel like that.”
Despite the injury, he laughed deeply, as if delighted to have tasted a new form of swordsmanship.
“Before you die, tell me where Wrath is.”
Even amid the battle, Rust’s eyes narrowed as she searched for Wrath.
“Show me more! The fight isn’t over yet!”
Darkan licked his lips and flicked his fingers.
“This time, I’ll take your arm.”
Rust brought her reversed-grip curved blade down with decisive intent, and a fierce slash that seemed to cleave the very space itself tore forth alongside a violent wind.
“Not your arm—I’ll offer my body instead!”
Darkan lowered Jalec’s sword and spread both arms wide, receiving Rust’s slash with his entire body.
Splooooosh!
His chest split open in a long gash, and a savage spray of blood erupted forth.
“…So that’s how it works.”
Darkan gazed at the wound that had split open across his chest and grinned wickedly.
“You really do have to feel a blade directly to understand it.”
He nodded with satisfaction, as if he had finally grasped something.
-Ugh…
Wrath’s jaw dropped in disbelief.
-That guy… he’s not just a lunatic, he’s a perverted lunatic!
He shuddered, unable to comprehend Darkan’s nature.
‘When it comes to swords, he’s definitely a perverted lunatic.’
I nodded heavily. Darkan’s obsession and madness regarding swordsmanship far exceeded my own. He had always been this way, consistently.
“Where is Wrath?”
Rust extended her curved blade coldly, as if indifferent to Darkan’s madness.
Her blade, now with a wider arc of rotation, became a crescent moon that filled the Holy Sword Association and poured down upon Darkan’s shoulders.
“The same technique won’t work three times.”
Darkan twisted his lips and released the sword he held. The blade left his hand with an elegant vibration, rising to meet Rust’s slash.
Craaaaaash!
Darkan’s Demonic Sword ascended like a salmon swimming upstream through rapids, shattering Rust’s strike and carving a long wound across her waist as it passed.
Shhhhiek!
This time blood erupted from Rust’s waist, and crimson drops fell to the ground.
“Is there nothing more entertaining?”
As Darkan tilted his head with delight, the blade of his Demonic Sword trembled delicately in mockery of Rust, obedient to his will.
“Yes. This too must be a trial to meet Wrath.”
Rust drew a faint smile like a devout monk clinging to faith as she adjusted her grip on the curved blade.
Her curved sword elongated dramatically, then coiled like a serpent before plummeting toward Darkan’s chest—a flexible blade taking the form of a curved sword.
“I knew the sword looked interesting!”
Darkan, as if he’d recognized from the start that Rust’s blade was flexible, unleashed his Divine Sword to intercept the curving slash.
Kuuuuung!
Darkan and Rust thrust their blades toward each other’s vital points, driving their bodies through the shockwave where their strikes collided.
Kwaaaaaang!
The Divine Sword and the flexible blade that transcended space collided countless times, creating spiky fractures across the sky and earth as if thorns had been driven into them.
“Hmm….”
I narrowed my eyes as I watched the duel between Darkan and Rust grow increasingly fierce.
‘This is no joke.’
I’d naturally known Darkan was strong, but I hadn’t expected Rust’s swordsmanship to be at this level.
What surprised me most was that she displayed such overwhelming power without even invoking the Demon Lords’ authority.
‘A flexible blade….’
A flexible blade was a sword with a soft edge whose blade bent like a whip, but even if the blade curved, the swordsmanship itself didn’t fundamentally change.
Yet Rust’s flexible blade moved as if truly alive, blocking every bizarre trajectory that Darkan’s Divine Sword created.
‘That’s not the talent of a Demon Lord….’
It’s skill built through direct effort.
Since I too had poured both talent and effort into swordsmanship, I could recognize it. Rust’s technique was drenched in blood and sweat.
‘That’s why it teaches me so much.’
The way Rust wielded her flexible blade, the angles at which Darkan’s Divine Sword moved—all of it contributed to my growth.
But this insane battle didn’t seem like it would continue indefinitely.
‘Wrath.’
I reached out to Wrath.
‘If they keep fighting like this, who wins?’
-Obviously Rust, of course.
Wrath shook his head as if there was no need to even ask.
-If that moth were in her right mind, she might have fought with all her strength, but as things stand, she will eventually perish.
He frowned, noting that Darkan bore severe internal injuries and a deep wound to his soul.
‘As I thought.’
Darkan was certainly among the strongest of the transcendent, but he’d suffered a wound to his soul from Wrath.
Though he could endure for now, time would eventually reveal the damage.
Meanwhile, Rust hadn’t even unleashed her true power yet.
Without invoking the Demon Lords’ authority, she was already at this level—her victory was inevitable.
‘Can’t even a heart sword work?’
-A Demon Lord’s soul is different from that of humans.
Wrath slowly shook his head.
-As you saw in the True Demon King’s mindscape, the soul grows thicker with the years one has lived. The same applies to causality.
‘Hmm….’
—Unless your grandfather’s mastery of the Deep Sword reaches an extreme height, that fool’s blade cannot sever Rust’s soul.
He frowned as if the outcome was already decided.
‘I see.’
I clicked my tongue softly.
‘I wanted to keep watching this fight.’
A powerful warrior—one far above my own level—their battles were invaluable for cultivating mental fortitude.
I had hoped this fight would continue for my own growth, but it seemed the end was inevitably approaching.
—Ugh, you’re not normal either!
Wrath’s lips trembled.
—You’re just as insane as those two!
‘Come on, I’m not that bad.’
I shook my head, saying there was no comparison.
—From where I stand, you’re all the same! Anyway, that’s enough! Leave now!
Wrath pointed backward, indicating this was the perfect moment to escape.
‘Just one more thing.’
I grabbed Wrath’s tail and dragged him back to the front.
‘Why doesn’t Rust reveal her true form, and why does she follow you around?’
—Because she doesn’t like her own power! And the reason she follows me is….
Wrath’s brow furrowed deeply as he looked at Rust.
—Because I gave her advice….
‘Advice?’
—I regret it even now! Why did I say such a thing….
As he gnashed his teeth, Darkan’s Egoist Sword briefly sliced through Rust’s hood.
Riiiiip!
The hood fell away, revealing Rust’s face. Her pale skin was framed by short, sea-blue hair that shimmered.
Her beauty was so striking it rendered words useless, yet she bore little resemblance to the Lord of Lust I had imagined. If anything, she emanated an almost innocent purity.
‘That’s Rust… wait?’
I studied her azure eyes before my brow creased.
‘This woman….’
I tilted my head and turned my gaze to Wrath.
‘You look a lot like her.’
Aside from her shorter hair and smaller stature, her appearance was nearly identical to Wrath’s true form.
—W-well, of course….
Wrath’s lips trembled as if he felt even greater dread.
—She took that form because she follows me!
He grabbed his head, saying that’s why she was called the Mad Woman.
“Ah….”
I swallowed dryly.
‘That’s… actually pretty serious.’
Hearing that she had even copied his appearance sent a chill down my spine.
—Now that you know, run away already!
Wrath shook his head urgently, telling me to leave.
‘Just a little longer.’
I ignored Wrath tugging at my arm like an excited child at a marketplace, keeping my eyes fixed on the blades of Darkan and Rust.
‘When a Divine Sword breaks like that, flowing aura diagonally would be effective.’
‘How could I replicate that flexibility of a soft blade with an ordinary sword?’
I operated the Ring of Fire, using the collision between Darkan and Rust as fertile ground for my growth.
“What fortune keeps striking! It seems my time has come!”
Despite his severe injuries, Darkan unleashed increasingly fierce sword strikes as if he found the duel with Rust exhilarating.
Craaaaaash!
His Divine Sword descended like a meteor, combining both overwhelming force and fluid technique.
“Wrath….”
Rust was forced into a defensive stance—the sword strike was that formidable.
‘Where is he drawing such power from…?’
Darkan had taken a direct hit from Lectar’s blade during their duel, suffered a wound to his soul from Wrath, and even been cut across the back by his own Divine Sword.
It was remarkable that he could endure this much when both body and spirit should have been shattered.
When I first met Darkan, I thought he was merely a reckless swordsman obsessed with combat, but he transcended that dimension entirely.
‘Remarkable… hm?’
As I exhaled sharply, Darkan’s gaze turned toward me.
His eyelids trembled as if about to close.
‘Darkan?’
—That bastard is nearly at his limit.
Wrath furrowed his brow.
—The wound from the True Demon King’s soul-rending is beginning to tear open.
He bit his lip, saying that at this level of combat, the mind inevitably suffers severe shock.
‘Now that I think about it….’
I swallowed dryly, watching Darkan push Rust back.
‘Darkan must know who Wrath is.’
Rust had said she smelled Wrath’s scent the moment she appeared here, and that it was strongest from Darkan.
Since Darkan had met Wrath twice, there was no way he wouldn’t know that the soul within my own soul was Wrath—unless he was a fool.
‘Is he keeping it hidden?’
Thinking back, it seemed Darkan knew everything but chose to remain silent.
‘Then even now….’
Darkan’s gaze now clearly seemed to be a warning for me to retreat. Perhaps it meant to survive and keep my promise.
‘Darkan….’
I met his eyes, my lips pressed tight.
I felt it once more. Humans become entirely different beings depending on the angle from which you view them.
“Sigh….”
I exhaled deeply and took a step backward.
“Raon?”
Lectar swallowed hard as he watched Raon.
“W-what are you trying to do?”
“There’s somewhere I need to visit for a moment.”
Raon bowed to Lectar, then turned his gaze toward Burren, Martha, Lunan, and Dorian.
“Stay here. I’ll be back soon.”
With those words, he slipped out of the Holy Sword Association’s city streets. He operated Heavenly Harmony at maximum capacity and climbed toward the Mountain Peak where the Zigheart ancestor had planted the seed.
-What are you doing running off alone like this!
Wrath shook his head frantically, as if I’d lost my mind.
Even though Rust was terrifying, he remained a Demon Lord who cherished his subordinates.
‘I’m not running away.’
I shook my head calmly and examined the ground. From the shape of the rocks and earth, this was indeed the place I remembered.
‘It should be somewhere around here….’
I searched through my memories, looking for the original seed that should be somewhere on this mountain.
Back then, it had been a seed so vibrant I could recognize it at a glance, but as it nourished this place, its power had diminished and become difficult to spot.
‘Ah!’
My eyes stopped on a flower with a pale crimson hue. Though I couldn’t feel any vitality, an extremely faint fragrance of the Manhwagong emanated from it.
‘That’s it!’
There was no doubt. That seed had become this flower and revived the Mountain and Forest.
“Huh….”
After confirming everything, I rolled up my sleeves and turned my gaze back toward the Village.
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
The battle between Rust and Darkan grew even more intense.
But now Darkan was clearly being pushed back. Lectar was gathering his energy to join the fight at any moment.
Boom, boom, boom!
I watched Darkan’s Demon Sword and Rust’s Chain Sword collide violently, then rolled up my sleeves.
I clearly revealed the Ice Flower Bracelet and drew out Wrath’s fury.
-Huh…?
Wrath’s ears perked up in surprise.
-W-what are you doing! Stop the fury right now!
He grabbed my collar, demanding why I was doing something so insane.
‘Because I don’t want to let that man die.’
I shook my head calmly. Just as Darkan had saved me, I didn’t want to kill him either.
‘And….’
I smiled slightly as I looked at the bracelets on my wrist.
‘I’d like to obtain a new bracelet.’
-Y-you bastard, surely you don’t mean—!

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