The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 895

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Chapter 895

Kwaaaaaaaa!

As the golden flash split the deceptive palace, Sageomma’s figure became visible. His lips trembled with a sickly pallor, clearly flustered by my blade that erased his deception.

“Ugh!”

Sageomma desperately raised his sword to defend, but it was already too late. The radiant blade that had severed the violet deception was already inches from his face.

Chwaaaaack!

As if announcing the end, the golden radiance blazed even more brilliantly, shattering Sageomma’s sword and carving a deep wound across his chest.

“Cough…”

Sageomma spat black blood and clutched at the wound that had opened on his chest. Despite how gaping the wound was, his groans were surprisingly quiet. It seemed he was using deception to dull his sense of pain.

“Ugh…”

I spat black blood just like Sageomma and bent forward at the waist.

‘I pushed myself too hard.’

Even with Ascara’s fighting spirit, the moment I relaxed my guard, deception would invade my body and mind. Since the battle wasn’t over yet, I had to maintain my concentration.

“Huff.”

I steadied my breathing and regained control of my spirit and body, approaching Sageomma who was now on his knees. He had consumed a massive amount of deception at once, so he couldn’t control his body properly—his hands and feet trembled uncontrollably.

“This… this doesn’t make sense…”

Sageomma muttered that it was impossible, shaking his head wildly.

“This power was obtained by sacrificing over hundreds of humans as living offerings! It surpasses even my prime strength, yet how could a wretch like you…!”

He let out a horrified shriek, unable to believe that his deception had been shattered.

“The answer is simple.”

I looked down at Sageomma and tilted my chin.

“You’re weaker now than you were then.”
“You insolent brat! I would have won if you hadn’t resorted to such strange tricks!”
“That’s not what I meant.”

I corrected his misunderstanding and pointed the Heavenly Sword at his throat.

“W-what do you…?”

Sageomma’s trembling eyes lowered as he stared at the blade of the Heavenly Sword, blood trickling down its surface.

“You’re weaker now than the version of yourself I saw at the Divine Sovereign Festival.”
“Ha, nonsense!”

He ground his teeth and lifted his distorted eyes.

“The sheer amount of aura I possess now is different from then—do you really think that makes sense? If you’re going to mock me, at least do it properly!”

Sageomma clenched his fists, insisting that such provocation wouldn’t work on him.

-He doesn’t understand. He’s already been consumed by power.

Wrath clicked his tongue in disdain.

-When I first saw him, he at least had the audacity to defy the True Demon King. Now he’s completely broken.

He shook his head, saying the creature wasn’t worth fighting.

‘That’s true.’

I nodded calmly in agreement.

‘But he didn’t destroy himself alone like this.’

There was certainly someone else who had extended a hand of dark temptation toward Sageomma, now drowning in despair.

“Your aura has grown in quantity. But….”

I lowered my hand as I observed Sageomma’s eyes gleaming with violet light.

“Your swordsmanship is dead.”
“What?”

Sageomma furrowed his brow as if questioning what I meant.

“What… what are you saying….”
“You’ve focused solely on your overflowing aura, allowing the sharpness and complexity of your sword technique to deteriorate significantly. To a degree that falls short of even an early-stage Transcendent.”

I continued speaking in a resolute tone, as if imparting instruction to a warrior beneath me.

“Your final sword strike was undoubtedly powerful. You refined a blade forged from aura into the form of a palace, pressuring your opponent with a technique that even hundreds of Grand Masters could not have withstood. But to a Transcendent who has ascended to the same realm, it was merely a mass of force.”

The palace of aura that Sageomma had created was indeed sharp and solid. So much aura poured forth that even using all of my own aura would not have sufficed to block it, yet the most crucial pillar of swordsmanship was not properly anchored.

No matter how much aura one condenses, a sword strike devoid of a warrior’s intent becomes nothing more than sustenance for the ten thousand swords I have cultivated.

“When you faced the Holy Sword Union Master, you were ten times stronger than you are now. Your aura may have been weaker, but your sword technique was imbued with the conviction and effort you had accumulated. Even a madman obsessed with the blade would have marveled at that sword.”

I shook my head, stating that mere aura does not make a sword strong.

“The Holy Sword Union Master gouged out his own eyes to ascend to a higher realm. He now stands in another dimension entirely.”

The Holy Sword Union Master is a madman who tore out his own eyes driven solely by the conviction to surpass Glen.
Among all the people I have met, he could be called the greatest lunatic, yet in some respects, he was also a swordsman worthy of respect.

Sageomma, by contrast, found himself in a slightly difficult situation and, rather than overcoming it through his own strength, sacrificed his loyal subordinates as living offerings to obtain aura he could barely control.
Witnessing a being who had reached Transcendence fall into such pathetic ruin was utterly contemptible.

“The aura you obtained by sacrificing your loyal subordinates is nothing more than a pitiful power that even I, having only just ascended to Transcendence, cannot be contained by. And now you don’t even have that.”

I twisted my lips and brought the Heavenly Sword down with absolute conviction.

Whoooooosh!

With a clean, refreshing slash that seemed to split the very water itself, Sageomma’s violet arm was severed at the shoulder.
His arm fell to the ground, and thick, viscous blood pooled like sewage across the floor.

“Ugh….”

Despite losing his arm, Sageomma merely grasped his shoulder without screaming. As I had initially suspected, he had used sorcery to deaden his sense of pain.

“You dare speak as though you understand anything?”

Sageomma bared his teeth stained with black blood, his eyes blazing with fury.

“A spoiled brat raised in the greenhouse of Zigheart, without a single hardship!”
-That’s not true.

Wrath shook his head, saying the creature was becoming increasingly pathetic.

-Even if this wretch consumed all of the True Demon King’s power, he survived through miserable suffering. His luck was so abysmal that one might wonder if he’d been cursed by the Heavenly Clan itself.
‘What’s gotten into you?’
-Facts are facts, after all.

He snorted, insisting that one must acknowledge what is true.

‘Hmm.’

Now that I thought about it, even without dredging up memories from my past life, this current existence alone had been quite arduous.
While I couldn’t claim it was the most agonizing life in the world, it would rival that of most people.

“Enough of this meaningless talk.”

I wiped the blood from the Heavenly Sword and pressed its blade against Sageomma’s throat.

“Who helped you orchestrate this?”

The Sablack Swordsect, with Sageomma as its leader, employed numerous incantations and schemes, but ultimately it was merely an organization of martial artists.
Given the scale of sorcery being wielded, there were undoubtedly others behind him.

“Kugh….”

Sageomma refused to answer about his backers, glaring at me with eyes burning with rage.

“If you won’t speak….”

I clicked my tongue sharply and shattered Sageomma’s collarbone with the Heavenly Sword.
With the sound of bone crunching, Sageomma toppled forward.

“Ughhhh….”

Sageomma was broken by the force alone, yet felt no pain. He immediately lifted his face and ground his teeth.

“This is your last chance. If you clench your lips again, I’ll torture you until every shred of your qi vanishes.”

I spoke with absolute sincerity, twisting my jaw to the side.

‘I want to kill him outright, but I need to know who’s behind him.’

Wrath had said there was no heavenly scent on Sageomma, but Derus Robert could be pulling the strings from the shadows. I wanted to pry open his mouth.

“Kehehehe….”

Sageomma let out a twisted laugh and slowly lifted his head.

“You’re quick on the uptake. You’re right. Others helped with this curse. But….”

With trembling hands, he picked up the violet arm that had fallen to the ground.

“The only one who can stand behind me is myself!”

Sageomma shrieked and bit the violet arm with his mouth, swallowing it whole.

“What are you doing….”

As I stared in disbelief, violet veins began to surge across Sageomma’s entire body.
The transformation wasn’t limited to the veins. His entire form was dyed violet, just like the arm.

“Hmm.”

I swiftly drew the Heavenly Sword down to stop Sageomma’s transformation.

Shhiiiiing!

The silver blade fell toward Sageomma’s neck, but the Heavenly Sword bounced back as if I’d struck a lump of metal rather than human flesh.

Zzzzzzzzzt!

Sageomma emerged from the violet liquid as though he’d been dipped in purple paint, his entire body now covered in a violet porcelain-like substance. The sword marks carved across his chest had vanished, and a new arm sprouted from his severed shoulder. He was no longer anything that could be called human.
The sword scar carved into that bastard’s chest faded away, and a new arm sprouted from his severed shoulder. He no longer looked like something you could call human.

“Even if it comes to this…”

Sageomma raised his both hands that were rippling with deception and bared his fierce teeth.

“I’ll kill you! Raon Zigheart!”

He let out a bestial roar, declaring he would kill himself even if it meant sacrificing everything.

Cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo!

As Sageomma’s overwhelming charisma surged, the sky wailed violently, the earth split open, and passionate purple lava erupted forth.

“It doesn’t matter what you look like.”

Even as Raon saw Sageomma distorting space with merely the manifestation of his energy, he calmly lowered his chin.

“Silence!”
Shut up!

Sageomma rushes forward with a fierce cry. He moved so fast that only a purple afterimage was visible, but I could tell where he was coming from.

Ding ding ding!

He drew the Red Island toward Sageomma’s chest as he rushed in from the right.

Wow!

The blade bounced off without piercing through Sageomma’s chest, which was covered in black armor of treachery that burned with flames.

“It’s a body reinforced by fraud! It won’t be pierced by some cheap skewer like that!”

Sageomma charged forward without hesitation, trusting in his body wrapped in qi, and wielded a sword made of qi.

‘Using Apocalypse would be difficult.’

If I used Apocalypse, I could kill Sageomma completely, but I would lose consciousness immediately afterward.
Since there was still work to be done later, choosing a different method now was the right call.

“Die!”

Sageomma thrust forward a sword wrapped in malevolent energy. The violet aura blooming atop the blade erupted in a tremendous explosion, beginning to erase the very space where I stood.

“I told you.”

I advanced through the violet radiance and raised the Heavenly Sword.

“A towering structure cannot be built without a foundation.”

With a subtle shake of my head, I drew the Heavenly Spear Grand Flame, cradling fire within it.

Gooooooh!

The blade of the Heavenly Sword, which had reached the end of the heavens, descended slowly and suppressed the wave of malevolent energy that sought to devour the world.

Kuuuuung!

Sageomma, standing behind the surge of malevolent energy, could not withstand the weight of the heavens stacked by the Heavenly Spear Grand Flame and fell to his knees.

“How… how is this possible? Not even from the Sword Realm, yet such power…”

Sageomma’s jaw trembled in disbelief.

“This is what a true sword is. A sword doesn’t grow stronger simply because the aura is powerful or the body is resilient.”

I gave him an answer he could never comprehend, then unleashed the Soul Reaper Sword.

Fwooooosh!

The small, thin blade of the Soul Reaper Sword pierced through the violet armor as if Sageomma’s reinforced malevolent energy meant nothing, embedding itself in his chest.

Uuuuung!

The Soul Reaper Sword devoured the malevolent energy dwelling within Sageomma’s body, exhaling a crimson aura so chilling it made one’s skin crawl.

“Gaaaaahhhhh!”

Sageomma screamed—a cry he had never uttered even when his arm was severed and his chest torn open—and writhed across the ground.
Watching his eyes roll uncontrollably, it became clear he was only now beginning to feel pain.

“It seems his senses have awakened.”

I nodded and brought the Heavenly Sword down upon Sageomma’s thigh.

“Gaaaaaahhhhh!”

A harrowing shriek tore from Sageomma’s mouth. As I suspected, he hadn’t been enduring the pain—he simply hadn’t been feeling it at all.

“No… this can’t be. Why is my malevolent energy…?”
“That blade, despite appearances, is supreme at shattering negative energies.”

The Soul Reaper Sword is a demonic blade, yet it abhors malevolent forces like dark energy and blood essence.
This time, it had absorbed Sageomma’s malevolent energy and crushed his sorcery in the process.

“You’re quite the transcendent being. Let’s see how much you can truly endure.”

I drove waves of scorching heat and freezing cold into the wound I’d opened with the Heavenly Sword.

“Gaaaaaahhhhh!”

Sageomma shrieked with a cry that would shame even a third-rate warrior, his entire body convulsing. He desperately tried to wrench the Soul Reaper Sword free, but of course, it would not budge.

“Ughhhh…”
“Those you killed suffered far greater agony.”

Living sacrifices must be subjected to extreme suffering before death, so that even the resentment of the dead can be harvested. The fact that this wretch—who couldn’t even endure this level of pain—had employed living sacrifices made my stomach turn.
I felt sick that a guy who couldn’t even endure this level of pain would use Mountain Water.

“P-please… stop. I beg you…”
“I’ll grant your wish.”

I lifted the Heavenly Sword, blood dripping from its blade.

“Die as you are.”

Seeing the transformation Sageomma had undergone, I realized he might escape through some arcane ritual, or his backers could intervene. Even without uncovering the truth, it was better to end him here and now.

“Wait, please!”

Just as I was about to sever Sageomma’s neck with the Heavenly Sword, he desperately raised his hand.

“I’ll tell you! Who’s behind me!”
“I don’t need to know.”
“The Black Tower!”

The moment I ignored Sageomma’s words and moved to cut his throat, he screamed out in desperation.

“I know the location of the Black Tower!”

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