The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 868

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Chapter 868

Kuwaaaaaaaah!

My Sword Realm and Matirus’s breath collided, sending a golden pillar of light soaring as if connecting heaven and earth.
Sparks erupted in all directions from the tremendous clash of forces, and pitch-black cracks tore open across the sky.

‘As expected….’

I bit my lip as I watched the holy breath pouring down like it would annihilate the world.

‘Am I being pushed back?’

With gravity added to the breath of holy light, even Primordial Chaos couldn’t pierce through it completely. Even when I cut with the Sword Realm, the torrent of light kept pressing forward.

-Raon!

Wrath looked at me with worried eyes.

‘It’s fine.’

I shook my head calmly.

‘I knew from the start this wouldn’t be easy.’

Even in perfect condition, a one-on-one battle against Matirus would likely end in defeat. Being pushed back in my exhausted state was only natural.

[Foolish wretch!]

Matirus, believing he had seized victory, sneered and unleashed an even more intense breath of holy light.
The mounting pressure felt as though every bone in my body was shattering.

“Hmm….”

The Green-robed Demon, perhaps remembering what had happened before, smacked his lips without relaxing his guard.

‘I’m sorry, but….’

Raon pushed the Heavenly Sword and Rimer’s blade forward, channeling force through the balls of his feet.

‘I haven’t drawn upon my full strength yet.’

Facing the oppressive breath of Matirus’s radiance, I summoned the emotions buried in the depths of my soul.

Groooooooooow!

【Sloth】, 【Envy】, 【Gluttony】, 【Lust】, and most powerfully, 【Wrath】. I wove the Demon Lords’ authority into the blade of Genesis, which was being pushed back by Matirus’s breath.

The Demon Lords’ authority is typically channeled through negative emotions, but I am different.

Just as a blade becomes either savior or murderer depending on whose hand wields it, the Demon Lords’ authority blooming from my grasp became darkness meant to save lives, infusing itself into Genesis.

Craaaaaaaaaash!

The brilliant golden radiance of Genesis shifted in color.
Not the dawn of a rising sun, but the glow of a setting dusk. The true intent of a swordmaster who had weathered time and tempest, who had come to understand the world, unfurled across both blades.

Szzzzzzzzzzzt!

A twilight glow that endures the night. A dusky golden slash that embraced both light and darkness cleaved through Matirus’s breath.

Shwaaaaaack!

No matter how much mana Matirus concentrated, it was futile.
The Sword Realm, now imbued with new meaning, advanced, severing even the very concept of gravity that had been pushing back Matirus’s breath.

[What, what is this!]

For the first time, a voice tinged with bewilderment erupted from Matirus’s massive maw. The eyes of the one who had been certain of victory widened as if they might tear.

“I knew he wouldn’t go down so easily.”

The Green-robed Demon nodded, as if he had expected this all along.

“This is what Raon Zigheart truly is.”
[Don’t just stand there! Finish him!]

Matirus felt a sense of foreboding as the relentless sword strikes continued to press forward, and he called out to the Green-robed Demon for assistance.

“Are you certain? A dragon’s pride….”
[Silence and move, I said!]
“…Understood.”

The Green-robed Demon gave a light nod and surrendered his body to the wind. He materialized at Raon’s right side, riding a thin current of air.

“Don’t take it personally. You’ve killed us three times already.”

The Green-robed Demon’s eyes remained calm and composed as he thrust a wind-infused blade toward Raon’s chest.

Screeeech!

In the instant his blade was about to pierce Raon’s heart, an arrow shimmering with azure light flew through the air, and a crimson magic circle materialized.

Boom!

The crimson magic circle blocked the Green-robed Demon’s sword strike, and the azure arrow pushed his body back without hesitation.

“Ugh….”

As the Green-robed Demon let out a low groan and lifted his head, a woman wearing the mask of an Old Woman stood before Raon.

“Don’t interfere with my man’s battle.”

Merlin’s crimson eyes flashed with the promise that she would kill anyone who dared approach.

“I will protect this child, even in death.”

Sterin stood with his bow raised, black blood dripping from his lips. The azure-shimmering arrows radiated an unwavering resolve.

“Even one guardian is formidable….”

The Green-robed Demon raised his hand in retreat and took a step backward.

Screeeech!

Raon paid no attention to the Green-robed Demon and focused entirely on his battle with Matirus. Harmonizing the emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and delight—gained through transcendence—with the Demon Lords’ authority, I drew forth an even sharper Sword Realm.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

Ultimately, Matirus’s full-force Holy Light Breath reached its end first, and the mana flow he had forcibly gathered came to a halt.

Shiiiiing!

But my blade still hadn’t stopped. Wreathed in a sharp aura that seemed capable of cleaving the world itself, it soared upward into that vast sky.

[Ugh!]

Matirus swallowed hard, watching my Sword Realm with a chill running down his spine.

‘This is dangerous.’

The killing intent woven into this sword strike exceeded even the raw power behind it. If he made a mistake trying to evade, he could end up buried here like his brethren—blocking seemed the wiser choice.

Uuuuuung!

Matirus deployed successive high-tier defensive spells bearing the name of absolutes.
Simultaneously, he summoned four light orbs to erect a thick wall of mana.

[At this level… what?]

He thought my sword strike had weakened enough to block it sufficiently, but my blade shattered through the orb wall and defensive magic like glass, slashing toward his throat.

Splurt!

He barely reacted in time, turning his neck, but couldn’t prevent flesh from being torn away. A chunk of flesh as large as a human dwelling burst open, and crimson blood rained down like a downpour.

[Screeeech!]

Matirus thrashed his enormous wings, unleashing a roar so tremendous the entire Grand Forest seemed to resonate with it.

‘Such pain!’

It’s a pain I’m feeling for the first time since I was born. I’ve fought many battles with humans, but I’ve never been wounded like this before.

But…

Matirus let out a low groan and shook his head.

‘I survived.’

Just before Raon’s blade struck, I had moved the Dragon Heart from my throat downward. The wound itself was severe, but I managed to avoid death.

‘Now it’s my turn.’

My mana and stamina still had reserves, but that human’s physical and mental strength had already reached their limit.
Once I healed this wound and counterattacked, it would be effortless to kill them all.

Whoooooosh!

As Matirus healed the wound on his neck, he unleashed a powerful gravitational force toward Raon once more.
It was an ability that consumed enormous mental energy, but this was not the time to hold back.

Roooooar!

He summoned a colossal spear of light that could erase every living thing below while crushing Raon with gravity.

Whoooosh!

Raon swung both blades desperately. Hundreds of flower petals bloomed along the sword edges, scattering thousands of flames.

[Such tricks are useless against me!]

Matirus manipulated gravity to detonate the sparks scattered through the air. He refused to let even the smallest ember reach him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thousands of flame fragments exploded, and thick gray smoke billowed through the sky.

Whoooosh!

Matirus seized the moment when his vision was obscured and simultaneously brought down ten spears of light summoned above.
A high-tier chained spell that triggered devastating explosions where the spears struck—God’s Wrath.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As the god’s wrath cascaded toward the World Tree, a blade pierced through the grey smoke and rose skyward.
A silver edge infused with formidable mana—the pinnacle of swordless technique that humans called the Sword of Supremacy.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The Sword of Supremacy unleashed by Raon Zigheart shattered the god’s wrath in an instant and surged toward Matirus.

Whoooosh!

Matirus concentrated gravity to suppress the Heavenly Sword, but the fierce will embedded within the blade proved impervious to his power.

[Stop it! Stop!]

He had no choice but to invoke not only gravity but also a dragon’s word that consumed his mental energy to halt the Heavenly Sword.

Screech! Screech! Screech!

The Heavenly Sword trembled as if yearning to advance further, but blocked by gravity and the dragon’s word, it gradually lost momentum and began to fall.

[Struggling to the bitter end… eh?]

Just as Matirus was about to summon the god’s wrath once more.
From behind the descending Heavenly Sword, a leaf-shaped blade burst forth, cradling the wind.

[Wait, sto—]

The moment the dragon’s word left his lips, the leaf blade vanished, then materialized directly before his throat.

Splurt!

Rimer’s blade severed Matirus’s neck at a speed he could not react to—just below the uvula, precisely where he had concealed his dragon heart.

[Ahhh…]

Matirus’s head lolled as crimson blood gushed from his mouth and wound. His wings folded, and his colossal body began to plummet.

Matirus fell with a speed matching the gravity he had unleashed, his head crashing into the World Tree he had sought to incinerate.

Boom!

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“Cough…”

I knelt on the ground, coughing up blackened blood. Watching Matirus as the light drained from his eyes, I clenched my fists with weakening strength.

‘It’s done. It’s finally done.’

I had wounded Matirus with the Sword Realm, but it wasn’t a fatal blow—he still possessed the strength to continue fighting.

To seize the final moment before Matirus could heal his wounds, I unleashed the Heavenly Sword, then immediately concealed Rimer’s blade behind it and sent both flying toward him.

The instant Matirus blocked the Heavenly Sword with all his might, I unfurled the Chilling Wind with Rimer’s blade and pierced his vital point while he was caught off guard.
It was a gamble—a desperate ploy—but it had worked perfectly.

[I… I was defeated by a mere human….]

Matirus’s massive eyes trembled as if he still couldn’t believe it.

“You lizards always say the same thing when you die. It’s tedious.”

I twisted my lips and drove my blade through Matirus’s eyes—eyes I had despised from the very beginning.

[Kraaaaaaagh!]

Matirus shrieked with an anguished cry that belied his massive draconic form.

“Now my heart feels lighter.”

I exhaled heavily and caught Rimer’s descending blade as it slowly fell.

[W-wait! Let us make a deal. If you spare me, I can give you information that will be useful to you! Or gold and jewels—as much as you desire….]

Matirus displayed a pathetic desperation utterly unlike his earlier contempt for all non-dragons. Where he had once seemed a mere lizard, he now appeared lower than a worm.

“I don’t make deals with worms.”

I shook my head firmly, then slit Matirus’s throat.

[Gaaaaahhh….]

Matirus couldn’t even scream properly before his breath ceased.

“Huff….”

Raon dropped both blades and collapsed where he stood. He no longer had the strength to grip a sword.

‘I can only call it luck.’

In truth, even if both of us had fought at full strength, Matirus would have won. The gap between us was simply too vast.

But because Matirus underestimated me due to that power difference and my exhaustion, I was able to seize my chance.
By never missing that opening and continuing to press my attack, I achieved victory.

-It wasn’t luck—it was skill.

Wrath shook his head, an elongated smile playing at his lips.

-I can no longer call you a brat!

He patted my shoulder as if to say I’d done well and earned his approval. It was rare for him to acknowledge me like this.

“Ha.”

The Green Blade Master let out a hollow laugh.

“I never anticipated things would unfold like this….”

He shook his head, clearly never having expected Matirus to fall.

“Three dragons. Even if one was an ancient wyrm, two were high dragons—to think he’d defeat them all alone is beyond comprehension.”

The Green Blade Master narrowed his eyes, remarking that he seemed to have changed far more than expected.

“Shut your mouth.”

Merlin unleashed a torrent of lightning bolts at the Green Blade Master while bringing a finger to her lips.

“Our Raon is savoring his victory. Don’t interrupt him.”
“…You’ve changed even more than I thought.”

The Green Blade Master clicked his tongue briefly.

“I must withdraw for now. It would be troublesome to die here.”

He snapped his fingers as if declaring his escape.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Merlin scoffed, wrapping magical circles around the Green Blade Master’s vicinity.

Twang!

Sterin drew his bowstring taut, refusing to let the Green Blade Master escape.

“Let him go….”

I raised my hand weakly.

‘Capturing him would inevitably cost us dearly.’

Even exhausted and wounded, the Green Blade Master remained a Transcendent.

I couldn’t move a single finger now, and Merlin alone couldn’t subdue a Transcendent. Sterin was also too badly injured to continue fighting.
Sterin’s injuries were also severe, so it wasn’t good for him to fight any further.

“Yeah! Got it!”

Merlin answered brightly and nodded her head. However, just in case, she didn’t dispel the magic circle.

“As expected, you’re wise.”

The Green Blade Master nodded as if it were a good choice.

“Instead, I’ll ask you just one thing. How did you join hands with the Dragon?”

I turned to look at the Green Blade Master and tilted my chin. Since he wouldn’t answer anything else anyway, I asked what I was most curious about at this moment.

“It wasn’t difficult. The Dragons despised you, after all.”
“Despise humans, you mean?”
“Humans, yes. But also Zigheart.”

The Green Blade Master muttered incomprehensible words, then wrapped the wind around himself like a long robe.

“Zigheart? What do you—”
“Next time, one of us two will die.”

He vanished on the wind without answering that final remark.

“Is… is it over?”

Dorian collapsed on the spot, breathing heavily.

“It seems so.”

Burren sank down beside him, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

“The Tree… it survived.”

Lunan nodded in praise of the World Tree, which remained unbroken to the end.

“I killed hundreds of monsters, but he took down three Dragons alone…”

Martha shook her head as she gazed at the Dragon corpses, each a different color.

“This is absurd. How did he even do that?”

She shook her head, unable to comprehend it.

“It was thanks to my Master.”

I slowly turned my gaze to the Soul Reaper Sword embedded in the roots of the World Tree.

‘That’s right. This wasn’t something I accomplished alone.’

As the World Tree radiated a brilliant luminescence, Rimer’s wind blew forth from the Soul Reaper Sword.
Since he seemed to still be lingering, concerned for us even now, I fought until the very end so he could let go of his attachments.

‘Now you can depart without worry.’

I closed my eyes, hoping Rimer would leave peacefully, and when I opened them again, blue messages materialized before me.

[You have accomplished an impossible feat.]
[All stats increased by 40 points….]
[New trait acquired….]
[Trait <Seolhwa's….]

The reward messages appeared far more rapidly than usual.

-Ugh!

Wrath cried out upon seeing the messages.

-What, what is this! Why are they giving rewards so quickly! It's as if they were waiting for this moment!
'Indeed.'

I let out a thin laugh.

-Ah, but it doesn't matter anyway! You can't see them anyway!

Wrath exhaled in relief, as though grateful for that mercy.

'No, I think I can see them now.'

After Rimer's death, I had deliberately avoided checking the messages, but now it seemed I could look at them.

-What? Why, why are you looking! Just don't look!

Wrath shook his head, insisting I leave it alone for good.

'I'm somewhat satisfied now….'

Raon collapsed within the warm winds of the World Tree, drawing a bitter smile as he overcame the taste of defeat.

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