The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 828

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Chapter 828

Screeeech!

I slashed open the 2nd Apostle’s left chest and descended onto the sand beach.

“Ugh….”

Despite her heart being cut, the 2nd Apostle didn’t die. She stumbled backward, converting the remaining blood energy in her body into vitality.

“An ego sword… how is this possible….”

The 2nd Apostle pulled the demon sword embedded in her back and hurled it to the ground.
Even as she sprayed blood from her chest and back, she glared at me with murderous intent.

Whoooosh!

When I flicked my finger, the demon sword lodged in the sand beach rose into the air and moved behind my back.

“Did you figure it out?”

I tilted my chin as I observed the 2nd Apostle trembling violently.

‘She’s truly a Transcendent, no doubt about it.’

In that critical moment, she had discerned that I’d used an ego sword. It was the keen perception befitting a Transcendent.

“It wasn’t just the ego sword. What exactly did you do?!”
“Why would I tell you that?”

I shrugged while watching the 2nd Apostle gnash her teeth.

-The fusion of the ego sword and the spatial sword is still far from complete, so you must have planted the blade in the space where that blood ghost would move beforehand.

Wrath narrowed his eyes as he observed the demon sword stained with the 2nd Apostle’s blood.

‘Well, that’s right.’

At my current level, I couldn’t harmonize the Ego Sword and the Spatial Sword the way Aris wanted.

A clumsy attack would likely result in a counterattack, so after discerning the 2nd Apostle’s movements, I repositioned the Demonic Sword along her trajectory, creating a trap where she had no choice but to impale herself upon it.

Of course, I’d taken a beating like a punching bag throughout, accumulating both external and internal injuries, but now the 2nd Apostle’s condition had become far more dire than my own.
The Divine Sword’s flames and the Demonic Sword’s chill burned relentlessly, consuming her life force and blood essence.

-Truly, that one’s head spins with remarkable ingenuity.

Wrath released an admiring whistle.

‘Lawrence would have won far more easily than I did.’

The 2nd Apostle certainly possessed terrifying speed, but she lacked that absolute presence I felt from other transcendents.
A monster dangerous for her velocity alone. That was all.

‘I wonder if Aunt is alright?’

I exhaled softly while watching the 2nd Apostle cough up pale blood.

-To kill that reckless one, it would take some of the more renowned demons from the Demon Race.

Wrath shook his head, saying there was no need to worry about Aris.

-Confining her is possible, but she won’t be killed or harmed.
‘Then that’s a relief.’
-Rather, focus now on finishing off that blood ghost for certain.
‘I know.’

I nodded heavily.

‘But launching a preemptive strike isn’t a good choice.’

A cornered rat will bite a cat. Since the 2nd Apostle’s eyes hadn’t completely dimmed, it was better to discern her intentions and move accordingly.

-You understand well.

Wrath nodded lightly.

-No matter how much you straddle the line, that blood ghoul has crossed the Wall. He’ll struggle to the bitter end, so stay focused until it’s over.

The moment he spoke those words, the 2nd Apostle’s energy surged explosively.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Her blood energy was far more formidable than when we first fought. The 2nd Apostle wasn’t trying to escape alive—she was determined to kill me no matter the cost.

She was truly an Apostle of the White Blood Cult, the organization known for harboring the most deranged fanatics among Oma.

“Even if I die, I’ll take you with me.”

The 2nd Apostle gnashed her teeth and kicked off the ground. Her body dissolved into white streaks of light and vanished.

“Hah.”

I exhaled sharply and gripped the Heavenly Sword with both hands.

‘She’s gotten faster.’

This is dangerous.

If I waited to sense the 2nd Apostle’s approach before defending, it would be too late. I had to predict where she would strike and swing my blade accordingly.

‘With her life hanging by a thread, she’ll move even more instinctively.’

Of course, I still needed to prepare for any contingency.

Whoosh!

The moment I sensed the 2nd Apostle’s presence, I stepped forward with my right foot and brought the Divine Sword down toward her left chest—the target she had been relentlessly pursuing.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

But the 2nd Apostle twisted her body by forcibly breaking her own ankle. Her fist strike shot toward my neck instead of my left chest. A chill ran down my spine.

“I’m not the only one who knows how to deceive!”

The 2nd Apostle wore a blood-soaked smile, certain of her victory.

“Let’s die together!”

The 2nd Apostle unleashed a devastating surge of blood energy above her fist, resolved to perish along with me.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

The shockwave from her punch deepened my internal injuries, and my knees buckled beneath the force.

“I’m sorry, but….”

I remained unmoved even as the 2nd Apostle’s terrifying blood energy bore down upon me.

“My deceptions aren’t finished yet.”

Just before her fist could pierce my throat, I summoned the Demonic Sword hovering behind my back.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch!

The stationary Holy Sword and the descending Demonic Sword crossed in an X formation, erupting with magnificent radiance.

Raon Zigheart School swordsmanship.
Sixth Form Divine-Demonic Harmony Convergence—linked technique: Azure-Crimson Invincible Blade.

The Holy Sword gripped in both hands and the Demonic Sword drawn by my left hand unleashed a tempest of flame and frost, devouring the blood energy the 2nd Apostle had summoned at the cost of her life.

Crunch, wail, wail, wail, wail!

True to its name, the invincible blade completely shredded the blood energy before tearing through the 2nd Apostle’s body behind it.

“Ugh….”

The 2nd Apostle, her body split in half, collapsed onto the sand beach.

“Damn it!”

The 2nd Apostle’s lips trembled with regret that despite staking her life, she had failed to kill me.
Yet as her life reached its end, her complexion began to turn ashen and rigid.

“Why are you after the Soul Stone?”

Raon held his blade against the 2nd Apostle’s throat as he asked.

“Sigh…”

The 2nd Apostle exhaled a shallow breath and slowly lifted her gaze with what little strength remained.

“You will die soon…”

She drew a sinister smile as though pronouncing a curse.

“I’ve heard such curses countless times, so don’t worry about it. Just answer me. Why were you after the Soul Stone?”
“A, a curse? That’s not it. If I die, then that person will move.”

The 2nd Apostle spoke of someone who would come for her, baring her teeth stained with white blood.

“That person?”

As Raon’s eyes narrowed, the 2nd Apostle’s jaw trembled as she uttered her final words.

“The thirteenth…”

With the number thirteen, the 2nd Apostle’s breath ceased. Her expression remained one of bitter resentment until the very end.

“Wh, what?”
“The, the Apostle was defeated?”
“And it was the 2nd Apostle at that…”
“This can’t be. Today is the night of the full moon!”

The Blood Ghosts of the White Blood Cult trembled violently, unable to believe the 2nd Apostle’s defeat.

“The, the Grand Master defeated a Transcendent…”
“Is that the usurper Raon Zigheart?”
“Even calling him a monster doesn’t do it justice…”

The demons of the Black Tower also couldn’t hide their shock, swallowing hard.

“Now that’s our Organization Master!”

Rimer grinned with satisfaction and leveled his blade toward the White Blood Cult members and Black Tower demons.

“Now only the stragglers remain! Finish them all!”
“Yes!”

Emboldened by Raon’s victory, the Gwangpung Corps unleashed even sharper aura blades than before, cutting down the Blood Cult devotees and Black Tower demons with renewed ferocity.

“Grraaahhh!”
“Don’t retreat! Fight to the end!”
“Kill at least one of them!”

The Blood Ghosts of the White Blood Cult and the demons of the Black Tower didn’t flee—not a single one. They met the Gwangpung Corps head-on.
Normally, when there’s a disparity in power, even the minority would attempt escape, but these madmen fought to their dying breath. There was no other word for it.

“Hah…”

I sheathed the Heavenly Sword and the Jinho Blade, wiping the black blood that dripped from my lips.

‘That wasn’t easy.’

The external wounds were severe, but the internal injuries were far worse, leaving my head spinning.

Even with the Barrier, facing a transcendent being was no simple task.

‘But…’

I frowned as I looked at the 2nd Apostle’s corpse.

‘What about the thirteenth?’

As far as I knew, the White Blood Cult had only twelve Apostles. That’s why they were called the Twelve Apostles of the White Blood Cult, but a thirteenth? I couldn’t make sense of it.

Clap, clap, clap!

As I pondered this, stroking my chin, the sound of applause came from behind me.

“Well done!”

I turned to see Aris clapping with a refreshing smile.

“It was worth trusting you and sending you in.”

Aris patted my head, saying I had done really well.

“Did you see it?”
“Yes. Only the final scene, though.”

Aris nodded, mentioning that she had witnessed the moment when I wielded the Heavenly Sword using both the sword in my hand and the Ego Sword in harmony.

“The harmony between the sword in your hand and the Ego Sword—it was a stroke of genius.”

She laughed, her admiration genuine.

“Still, I wasn’t able to harmonize the Space Sword with the Ego Sword.”

I shook my head as I looked at Aris.

“It was harder in actual combat. My mind felt tangled.”
“I may have pushed you, but these things don’t happen overnight.”

Aris shook her head calmly, telling me to take it one step at a time.

“What happened to my aunt?”
“That bastard said he’d let me out if I found a door in the pitch-black space.”

She frowned, mentioning that she had been trapped in a completely dark chamber.

“Ah, so you found the door and….”
“No! I beat that bastard senseless and tore through the space itself to escape.”

She laughed wickedly, explaining that she had simply severed the very space of the demonic energy that had pulled her in.

-That… breaking through a barrier like that by sheer force shouldn’t be easy….

Wrath let out an exasperated breath.

-She’s truly a reckless brute….

He shook his head in disgust.

“Then let’s go now.”

Aris pointed her finger toward the opposite coast of the island.

“Rabawin! You said you remember the location, right? Lead the way.”
“Yes! That emerald-colored pentagonal stone is still vivid in my mind!”

Rabawin answered with confidence and entered the Forest.
Since Giran Island wasn’t particularly large, we reached the opposite coast before long.

“Where is it?”

Aris swung both arms eagerly, determined to find the Soul Stone quickly and wake her adorable nephew.

“….”

Unlike the confidence he’d shown initially, Rabawin stood frozen in place, unable to move.

“Hey! Why aren’t you moving?”

When Aris approached Rabawin and tilted her head, his eyes darted about like a guilty puppy.

“Well, those White Blood Cult bastards dug everything up, so I can’t tell where it is anymore….”

Rabawin swallowed hard, unable to locate the emerald-colored pentagonal stone.

“Then….”
“I, I think we’ll have to search through everything.”

He lowered his head in shame.

“….”

Aris slowly turned her head to gaze at the Coastal Area.
She squeezed her eyes shut at the sight of countless stones piled everywhere.

“How am I supposed to find this in any reasonable time!”

Unable to contain herself any longer, Aris unleashed her full power and kicked Rabawin’s rear end.

“Kyaaaaaaagh!”

Rabawin collapsed on the spot, clutching his buttocks.

He was the first serious casualty of today’s battle, excluding me.

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Both the Gwangpung Corps and Cheongpung sailors waded into the coastal waters and began searching for Spirit Stones.

Since the minimum requirement to find Spirit Stones was Intermediate Grand Master rank or higher, everyone except me, Rimer, Aris, and Rabawin searched only for pentagonal stones according to eyewitness accounts.

“Damn it! I can’t see anything! Where the hell is it?”

Aris hurled the stone she was holding toward the horizon and shouted.

“Calm down. Let’s stay calm.”

Rimer shook his head, examining the stones slowly as if appraising gemstones.

“Surprisingly diligent?”

Aris wrinkled the bridge of her nose as she looked at Rimer.

“Our Organization Master seems to have learned the importance of family. We should do our best to help him.”

Rimer shrugged as if it were obvious.

“It seems like you have some ulterior motive, but also like you don’t….”

Aris narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

“I don’t. I’m getting a bonus anyway, even if I don’t help with this.”

Rimer shook his head, speaking sincerely.

“You’ve changed quite a bit too.”

Aris smacked her lips briefly.

“No, it’s the same.”

Rimer shook his head, saying nothing had changed.

“Hmm, well, anyway….”

Aris gazed at Raon, who had advanced the farthest, and drew a subtle smile.

“Our nephew is truly rewriting the history of the Continent.”
“Indeed. To defeat a Transcendent from the Grand Master realm—it will be unique throughout all ages.”

Rimer nodded emphatically, his pride in Raon evident.

“The entire Continent will be in an uproar. It could become the catalyst to draw in the Neutral Factions, who have been wavering between the Five Emperors and Oma.”

He gazed at Raon’s back with warm eyes, anticipation gleaming in his gaze for what lay ahead.

“Not just an uproar—it needs to turn everything upside down!”

Aris nodded with bold conviction.

“If it doesn’t flip everything, I’ll do it myself! As soon as we return, I’ll spread this news across the entire Continent!”

She waved her hand emphatically, insisting this news must be disseminated.

“Oh, I need to tell Encia and Siyan about this too! We should publish a book!”

Aris laughed brightly, determined to immortalize this in written form.

“S-Siyan? When did you meet my sister?”
“We became close while talking about Raon.”

She laughed, saying that mentioning Raon’s name usually works as a bridge.

“Hmm, that child is like a blank slate—she shouldn’t meet a reckless person….”

Rimer’s brows furrowed with genuine concern.

“Then you should disappear first! I wouldn’t even believe you were my brother—you’re far too virtuous!”

Aris Zigheart struck Rimer’s back and shook her head.

“Stop hitting me… hmm.”

Rimer looked into Aris’s eyes before tilting his head curiously.

“You’re happy, aren’t you? So why do you look so lonely?”
“For someone with such a poor mind, your intuition is remarkably sharp.”

Aris lowered the hand that had been striking Rimer and exhaled a short sigh.

“When I look at Raon, that damned son of mine comes to mind.”

She gazed at the moonlit horizon and bit her lip.

“This is the image I had always hoped for Seif to embody. Displaying his own strength while cherishing his family. I thought I was raising him well enough, but parenthood is truly difficult.”

Aris lowered her head, as if accepting that Seif would not return because of her own failings.

“I mentioned earlier that Raon has been cherishing his family lately.”

Rimer gently grasped Aris’s shoulder.

“You’re included in that family. Don’t be melancholy.”

He spoke those words and moved forward.

“….”

Aris watched Rimer and Raon standing before her, her trembling lips curling upward.

“Of course I know! He’s my nephew!”

She kicked Rimer and began searching for stones again.

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“Sigh….”

I exhaled a long breath as I touched the stones in the sea that reached up to my thighs.

‘When will I ever find it at this rate?’

Rabawin had described it as a pentagonal stone, but after countless years of being battered by waves, its shape could have been deformed, so I couldn’t dismiss even the smallest pebbles.

Especially with an uncountable number of stones scattered about and only four people capable of detecting soul stones, the search difficulty was simply too high.

-Pathetic wretch.

Wrath shook his head in disdain.

‘What?’
-To see you struggling and floundering over something so trivial—you’re still nothing but a mere child.
‘Then how would you find it? Do you know?’

I narrowed my eyes at Wrath.

-The True Demon King is a lord of the Demon Realm! Should I unleash this magnificent soul, the soul stone’s presence shall be drawn forth of its own accord!

Wrath nodded, claiming he could find it in an instant with his own soul.

‘Then do it. Please.’

I bowed my head to Wrath.

‘Once Sia wakes up, I’ll throw you a party overflowing with food and stack mountains of ice cream for you.’
-W-wait, truly…. Gasp! W-what do you take the Demon King for! The True Demon King does not make bargains with his very life!

Wrath stretched out his plump little arms, saying he’d do it regardless of such things.
Yet even after a long while, he remained completely motionless.

‘What are you doing?’
-Uh…

Wrath blinked his narrowed eyes.

-I forgot about it, True Demon King. I cannot exert my power on the external world right now.

He shook his head, saying it was difficult to interfere with the present world.

‘I figured as much.’

Before departing on this mission, Wrath had warned me that he had no energy to use, so I should be careful. I had suspected as much, and it turned out to be true.

-Ugh…

Wrath’s lips trembled as if embarrassed.

‘It’s fine. Honestly, I didn’t really believe you anyway.’
-Y-you brat!
‘Just kidding.’

I shook my head lightly and was about to search for the soul stone again when—

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The sound of stone striking stone echoed out. I turned my head to see a large sea otter cracking open shells with a pentagonal stone balanced on its belly.

“Pentagonal?”

Not only was the stone pentagonal in shape, but its color also bore a slightly dark emerald hue.

“Could that be…?”
-Wait! That could be the Mad Woman!

Wrath cried out in warning and hid behind his own back.

‘Whether it’s Merlin or Rust, I don’t care!’

Without a moment’s hesitation, I leaped onto the sea otter’s belly and reached for the stone resting there.

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