The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 840

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Chapter 840

“A hastily constructed bridge….”

Seif brushed back his red hair and nodded.

“Yes. I suppose that’s the only way to think about it.”

He chuckled thinly, as if he understood perfectly.

“It’s not just the only way to think about it—it’s exactly what it is, isn’t it?”

Rimer tapped his own shoulder with his leaf blade.

“I’ve lived a long time, but I’ve never heard of anyone ascending to transcendence this way.”

There was no precedent in the Continent’s history of someone seizing another’s power to ascend to transcendence.
Seif was currently radiating the unmistakable aura of a transcendent, but he surely possessed a weakness.

“Then experience it firsthand. Whether my flaw reveals itself or not!”

Seif lunged forward with a twisted smile, his feet churning. A torrent of formidable aura surged around him—the absolute energy only transcendents could perceive.

Whoooosh!

Seif charged straight ahead as if to end this in one stroke, his blade rising with a piercing sharpness that seemed ready to pierce through the very eyes.

‘There has to be a weakness.’

Rimer bent his left knee and infused his leaf blade with azure wind. Moving forward with a refreshing aura that swept away the scent of blood, he unleashed the true essence of the Gale Wind Sword.

Boom!

Neither Rimer nor Seif dodged. Their blades collided head-on, and the entire cavern trembled.

“Hmm….”

Rimer staggered backward with a murky groan. He forced strength into his trembling grip and furrowed his brow.

“How is it?”

Seif, meanwhile, hadn’t yielded an inch and wore a sly smile.

“Can you see the flaw?”
“Not from that alone.”

Rimer shook his head, brushing away the remnants of Seif’s aura from his palms.

‘This is no joke.’

From a single blade clash, my insides churned. It wasn’t an internal injury, but the impact was severe. It meant I was completely overwhelmed in both physical ability and aura output.

‘Direct combat would be unwise.’

Seif’s physical prowess and aura level were at a standard that wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call transcendent—a warrior who had long since surpassed mortal limits.
In a head-to-head confrontation, I wouldn’t last more than a few exchanges before my limbs were severed.

“I don’t know, then….”

Seif nodded calmly.

“Then I’ll have to show you more.”

He bent his wrist forward and raised his black blade. The instant he compressed the blade into a single point as if thrusting, a flash of blue light erupted before my eyes.

‘A spatial slash!’

Rimer urgently lowered his stance and summoned the winds of Garunua.

Crack-crack-crack!

A sharp slash that tore through space itself and shredded the winds of Garunua with surgical precision. It was so masterful it wouldn’t be strange to attribute it to Aris’s spatial technique.

“….”

Rimer wiped the blood trickling down his cheek and swallowed hard.

‘What is this?’

Seif’s spatial blade was real. I found myself doubting my own judgment—that revealing his flaw would be so straightforward.

‘No, I have to keep going.’

Once battle had begun, I couldn’t afford to second-guess myself. I had to trust in my own strength and push forward.

Whoosh.

Rimer reached Seif’s left flank, wreathed in the winds of the Gwangpung Style. Rolling his left foot, he drew the leaf blade that had been tucked against his thigh upward in a sweeping arc.
The concentrated winds of Garunua burst forth, unleashing a tremendous surge of power.

“Fast.”

Seif let out a small murmur of appreciation as he twisted his black blade diagonally. Not a defense—an offense. He didn’t defend at all; instead, he fired spatial blades to tear at my throat.

‘I can’t dodge.’

The moment I gave ground, spatial blades would converge from all directions. I trusted my blade and pressed forward with reckless aggression.

Clang!

The leaf blade and black blade crossed, and azure wind collided with the spatial laceration.
A deafening roar erupted as if thousands of glass panes shattered, and a pitch-black fissure tore open at the center of the cavern.

Screech.

Rimer and Seif were each driven back five paces, facing one another.

But unlike the composed Seif, Rimer’s complexion had turned ashen.

Drip.

Rimer trembled as he watched blood trickling down from his shoulder.

“How…?”

Paras had said Seif hadn’t learned spatial blades until after Aris left.

But now, even at close range, he unfolded a perfect spatial blade. Contrary to my expectations, there wasn’t even the slightest flaw.

“Now you seem to believe me,” Seif said.

Seif nodded as if he’d expected this reaction.

“I have transcended, just as you sense it.”
“…That’s impossible.”

Rimer glared at Seif and bit his lip.

“It’s impossible for anyone to reach transcendence through magic, sorcery, or martial arts!”

It was true that Seif stood closer to transcendence than I did, or even Raon.
But reaching transcendence by stabbing Aris Zigheart, rather than through his own awakening, would have disrupted the balance of this world.

“What if it’s not human power?”

Seif shook his head, his black sword still planted in the ground.

“What…?”
“Rimer. Since you’ve spent your entire life with Grandfather, I suppose I can tell you.”

He smiled as if this would be amusing.

“Heavenly blood flows through the veins of those from Zigheart.”
“Heavenly…?”

Rimer’s pupils wavered as if struck by turbulent waves.

“As you said, it’s impossible for human ability to steal another’s power and reach transcendence. But with heavenly power, that changes everything.”
“Then what you did to Aris was….”

Rimer swallowed hard and looked at Aris Zigheart, who was being carried on Dorian’s back.

“Yes.”

Seif followed Rimer’s gaze to Aris Zigheart and drew a thin smile.

“I accepted the power dwelling within my mother’s blood through the vessel of the Celestials. That is why, as you said, a result impossible for a human to achieve came to pass.”

He shrugged as if the answer should have been obvious.

“No, I still don’t understand.”

Rimer shook his head while looking at Seif.

“How did you know Celestial blood was mixed into the Zigheart bloodline, and what method did you use to steal the power?”
“Because I researched both the Celestials and my own body.”

Seif pointed to his own head with a finger, saying he had opened his skull.

“Researched the Celestials and your body….”

Rimer’s fingertips trembled as he gripped his sword. Research on the Celestials. There was only one person capable of such a thing in this world.

“You don’t mean….”
“That’s right.”

Seif nodded with both arms spread wide.

“Derus Robert. He is my god.”

As he spoke Derus Robert’s name, his eyes grew solemn and grave. His personality was shifting erratically, as though his very humanity had been corrupted.
His personality was changing arbitrarily, as if humanity itself was broken.

“No, I offered myself willingly. As a sign of my reverence for Derus Robert.”
“No, I offered it of my own accord. As a sign of my respect for Derus Robert.”

Seif laughed and said it was his own decision.

“Thanks to that, you reached Transcendence at the youngest age on the Continent. All of this was his arrangement.”

He clasped his hands together as if he truly regarded Derus Robert as a god.

“Our goal is to completely draw out Mother’s power, and then go to Raon Zigheart and even Grandfather.”

Seif lowered his chin heavily, saying that he would become the sword capable of killing Glen.

“Ha!”

Rimer let out a scoff as he looked at Seif.

“You… spoke the names of two people you should never have touched.”
“Why do you think I told you?”

Seif kept his head lowered, his eyes gleaming with something sinister.

“All of you will be buried here.”

He chuckled softly as his demeanor shifted, then lifted his gaze.

“Fine. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Rimer pressed down the turmoil in his chest and straightened his posture.

“My disciple slew a Transcendent, so there’s nothing I cannot do.”

With his eyes closed, he raised his sword and lowered his hand, calling forth the wind and lightning dwelling within the Mental World before slowly opening his eyes.

“Sword Realm Manifestation—Song of Wind and Lightning.”

As Rimer opened the Sword Realm, emerald winds and crimson lightning swept through the entire Cavern, creating an immense surge of aura.
Each strand of the pouring wind and lightning was no different from a river of force.

“A fake.”

Seif called Rimer’s Sword Realm a counterfeit and shook his head.

“This time, I’ll shatter your false Sword Realm.”

As he brought down his black sword, dozens of sword shadows materialized in the air, splitting the turbulent wind and lightning asunder.

“That’s all?”

Rimer scoffed and struck with his sword, causing the wind and lightning that had seemed to die suddenly surge upward once more.

“Hmph.”

Seif pushes against the ground as he approaches. His blade erupts suddenly from the right, as if he’s woven the mysteries of the Space Sword into his footwork, driving the black sword forward.
The blade gleams with a pale light. He was unfolding the Space Sword even in close combat.

‘Blocking would be a losing move.’

The Space Sword’s slash cuts through the opponent’s defense. The moment I defend, I lose momentum—attacking instead was the better choice.

Whoooooosh!

Rimer raised his blade, wreathed in wind and lightning, and swatted down Seif’s incoming strike.

Clang!

Seif’s aura was still superior in raw power, but the wind and lightning allowed me to barely hold my ground.

“Not bad for a fake.”

Seif sneered and twisted the black blade to the left. The broken, surging blade carried the force of Heavenly Severance.

Boom!

Even wrapping the leaf blade in wind and lightning to block it, my insides churned.
The mysteries of the Space Sword were embedded in Seif’s very strike—even a moment’s delay in response would be catastrophic.

“You look like you’re struggling. I’m still taking it easy.”

Each time Seif swung the black blade, the atmosphere trembled and the wind and lightning were torn away.
As the Space Sword merged with his original swordsmanship, he became increasingly difficult to counter.

‘Close the distance. If I stay far away, I’m at a disadvantage.’

Even if Seif could use the Space Sword at close range, its efficiency would be lower than at distance.
Fighting at ultra-close range, both of us risking our lives, seemed to favor me.

Whoosh!

Rimer closed the distance with Seif, trusting in his body strengthened by the Sword Realm and his aura.

Clang!

In the cramped space where it was difficult to swing a sword fully, I twisted my wrist and thrust the blade of lightning and wind toward Seif.

“Just because it’s close combat doesn’t mean you have the advantage, does it?”

Seif twisted his waist with the grace of a transcendent, evading the lightning blade, but his eyes narrowed as if annoyed.

“But I can still diminish your strengths, even if only slightly.”

Rimer fought at a distance where Seif’s breathing was audible. I deployed not just swordsmanship and footwork, but every instantaneous movement born from maximized senses, targeting his vital points.

“Fine. I’ll face you as you wish.”

Seif, unwilling to retreat as it would wound his pride, stood at the same distance as Rimer and drew a spatial blade at close range.
Even as the slashes of lightning and wind fell countless times, his blade did not waver in the slightest.

“Kuh.”

Seif twisted his lips into a smile as he looked at Rimer.

‘He certainly deserves to be called the Wind Sword.’

The ethereal movements as if riding the wind, the sharp blade strikes wreathed in lightning, and the composure that never wavered even while standing on the edge of a blade.
He was a swordsman whom anyone would have to acknowledge.

But as the battle continued, Rimer’s movements began to become familiar to my eyes.

“So that’s it.”

As Seif smacked his lips and swung his blade, the wind split, and Rimer’s thigh was thinly torn away.

“Move faster. I can see everything now.”

He mocked Rimer while unleashing successive spatial slashes.
A chain of strikes that fired the second slash before the first spatial blade even extended fully.

Screeeech!

Rimer deflected five blade strikes, but ultimately failed to block the sixth spatial blade, and his waist was exposed. It wasn’t a severe wound, but it was a clear sign that I was beginning to lose ground.

“…So what do you want me to do about it?”

Rimer exhaled roughly and stepped even closer to Seif.
Strength, speed, physical prowess, aura—I was inferior in every way, yet my will could not be broken.

Screeeech!

A chilling sensation washed over me as I felt myself standing at the precipice of death, where even the slightest misstep could tear my limbs from their sockets.

‘There’s no choice but to push forward.’

Raon couldn’t fight in my stead, and the Head of House couldn’t come to my aid. Only I could protect Dorian and Aris.

‘How long has it been since a battle like this?’

An overwhelming disadvantage. A vicious combat where a single careless movement could cost me my head—it had been far too long.

Yet strangely, I felt no fear, no burden.
Rather, I was exhilarated by the chance to draw out everything within me. Perhaps it was because I trusted Raon, just as Aris had once told me to.

‘How peaceful.’

As my mind freed itself, my heavy body became light as if sprouting wings.
My lower, middle, and upper dantians aligned as one, and my spirit felt as though it connected with the heavens themselves.

Screeeech!

Seif’s blade strikes, which had been nearly impossible to evade even at full power, began to reveal themselves. No—the flow of mana throughout this cavern became visible to my eyes.

Whoooooosh!

I drove into Seif’s left flank, summoning wind and lightning. Crimson lightning and azure wind converged in my palm, unleashing a devastating wave.

Boom!

Seif was driven back for the first time, his back slamming against the wall.

“What is this….”

He opened his eyes wide, unable to comprehend the situation unfolding before him.

“Haha.”

Rimer laughed. Pure natural mana surged through every circuit in his body.
His flesh and spirit were ascending, growing as if reaching toward the heavens.

Boom! Boom!

He felt the power he had accumulated over a lifetime shattering the transcendent wall that had blocked his path.

Screech!

He evaded Seif’s slash and drove his blade toward the man’s shoulder.
In the past, his speed and strength would have been insufficient, but now lightning and wind flowed through him, allowing him to cut through Seif’s shoulder.

“What have you done…?”

Seif furrowed his brow and unleashed a barrage of consecutive slashes.
Each strike was sharp enough to be fatal regardless of where it landed, yet the wind remained his ally.

Whoooosh!

Rather than relying on his original footwork, Rimer moved his body in harmony with the emerald wind, launching a blade of lightning toward Seif’s heart.

Crash!

Seif’s black sword and the leaf-blade collided head-on, scattering jade-green sparks throughout the cavern.

Screech!

Rimer advanced, wrapping the winds of the Gwangpung Style around his entire body.
Though he had sustained internal injuries, his physical growth far outpaced them. It felt as though he were evolving into an invincible form.

‘Transcendence.’

He felt certain that he was approaching the transcendent realm he had yearned for so long.

Yet there was something more important than that.

‘How exhilarating.’

The instructor of the 5th Training Ground, the master of the Gwangpung Unit, the leader of the Gwangpung Corps—I had cast off all those facades and reclaimed the freedom of being Rimer.
It felt as though I had become wind and lightning itself, capable of advancing in any direction.

Kuuuuuung!

Rimer clashed head-on with Seif once more.
I still fell short in strength and speed, but it was no longer the overwhelming disadvantage from before.
With power surging from three dantians, I had enough force to drive my blade into his body.

Kwakwakwakwa!

As Rimer’s sword strikes grew fiercer, veins began to bulge across Seif’s forehead.

“Transcendence? You dare speak of it?”

Seif’s entire body was drenched in black aura. A formidable wave of energy, as though the darkness of the earth itself were rising, extended forth with the profound mysteries of spatial swordsmanship woven within it. He too seemed to be unleashing his full power now.

‘I cannot block this.’

Rimer bit his lip and twisted the leaf blade diagonally.

Szzzzzzzt!

I attempted to deflect Seif’s slash toward the ceiling and floor, but the force contained within it was too overwhelming to fully parry.

Kugugugu!

The slash that tore through space escaped the edge of the leaf blade and surged past.

‘Wait! Over there!’

Rimer spun around urgently. The spatial slash he had deflected was hurtling toward Dorian and Aris.

‘Ah….’

With my current strength, I could stop it. But given how close they were, the impact would be severe enough to significantly affect the battle.

Of course, my body was already moving toward Dorian before my mind could even deliberate.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Rimer shattered the Battlefield beneath him and threw himself toward the spatial sword rushing down upon us.

Boom!

Even with maximum defense using the leaf blade, the most devastating impact I had ever felt crashed across my entire body.

“Cough!”

Rimer bent over, spitting out blackened blood.

“S-Sub-Master!”

Dorian cried out in anguish and caught Rimer.

“How absurd.”

Seif let out a hollow laugh as he looked at Rimer.

“Had you fought without restraint, you could have ascended to transcendence. Yet you throw yourself away for insects?”

His eyes narrowed as if he couldn’t comprehend it.

“Our Master….”

Rimer wiped his blood-soaked lips and shook his head.

“I made a promise to this madman. That I would guard his back.”

He smiled serenely, without a trace of regret.

“A subordinate cannot allow his Master to break his word.”

Rimer said that was all there was to it and slowly straightened his back.

“You’re a fool.”
“Someone who stabs their own parents wouldn’t understand human virtue. I’m speaking of the duties we owe one another.”

I had nearly ascended to transcendence, tasting freedom itself, but in the end, I chose the shackles of responsibility. It seemed I had truly become human.

‘This is not good.’

My body felt heavy. The freedom I had become—wind and lightning—had already vanished.
Yet I could not speak of defeat. This was the moment to fight until the very end.

“So be it. Die as a human. I shall live as one of the Celestial Realm.”

Seif leveled his blade toward Rimer. From his sword, an aura so immense it could shatter the dungeon itself began to writhe and surge.

“R-Run away….”

Aris forced open her parched lips, urging Rimer to escape this place alone.

“My power keeps draining away….”

Tears streamed down her face as she realized Seif was growing stronger by the moment.

“I told you.”

Rimer wiped away Aris’s tears and shook his head.

“Raon considers you family. I cannot bring sorrow to my disciple, who has only now come to understand the preciousness of family.”

He smiled gently and stepped forward.

“Perish.”

From Seif’s grip, black and blue streaks of light converged into one. A transcendent slash that painted darkness itself tore through space and bore down upon us.

Craaaaaash!

Rimer advanced into the pitch-black darkness, his trembling hands gripping his blade. Lightning and wind that erased the void—a slash imbued with his very soul—created a vast radiance that split the darkness asunder.

“I am the Radiant Blade of Zigheart!”

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