The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 912

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Chapter 912

“Ugh….”

Crain kicked at the stones beneath his feet, letting out a groan as if in pain.

“I’m so anxious….”

He tugged at his hair while staring at the silver orb hidden behind the statues of the five heroes.

“Hey. You alright?”

Crain glanced at Dorian, who was leaning his back against one of the statues.

“You’re acting strange—why are you being so serious?”

He narrowed his eyes in bewilderment.

“How could I be alright….”

Dorian shook his head, breathing heavily.

“I feel like I’m going to be sick. Not just what I’ve eaten—it feels like my insides are about to spill out….”

His entire arm trembled as he sniffled, not just his hands.

“Why did the Organization Master—no, the Master entrust this place to us?”

Dorian closed his eyes as if suffocating, gasping for breath.

“…Because he trusts us. That’s why he left it to us.”

Crain looked up at the sky and exhaled slowly.

“If that weren’t the case, he wouldn’t have sent us to such an important place.”

He clenched his fists, determined not to betray that trust.

“That would be the case.”

Dorian nodded in agreement, but his trembling gradually spread throughout his entire body.

“I’ve taken five stabilizers, but it seems they’re not enough. The trembling won’t stop….”

Just as he slapped his own cheek and reached to pull out another stabilizer.

Uuuuuu.

The shadows of the buildings around them deepened, and a bone-chilling cry echoed forth.

“It’s here!”

Crain pressed his lips firmly together and stepped forward.

“Be careful….”

Dorian warned Crain and pulled his back away from the statue. His fingers resting on the sword hilt trembled pitifully.

Whoooosh!

As the two stood before the statue, the sky, earth, and buildings were dyed in dark light as if black paint had been splashed across them.

“What, what is this!”
“Why did it suddenly become night….”
“What in the world is happening right now!”

The people around the statue were bewildered by the sudden situation and couldn’t move from their spots.

Tap-tap-tap!

When pitch-black darkness filled every space, an old man with white hair wearing a black robe walked forward, his dull staff tapping against the ground.

“That old man is….”

Dorian furrowed his brows as he looked at the old man’s wrinkled face.

“You don’t know? He’s the one inside the statue you’ve been leaning your back against all this time.”

Crain pointed to the statue behind him. Just as he said, the Old Man’s face was identical to the mage on the far right among the five heroes’ statues.

“The Grand Mage Foreson, wasn’t it?”

Crain spoke the Old Man’s epithet and name, then drew the sword from his waist.

“I’m delighted that young friends recognize me.”

Grand Mage Foreson brushed his white beard aside with a benevolent smile.

“If you simply hand over the orb behind the statue, I won’t lay a finger on any of you.”

He shook his head gently, as if offering them a concession.

“What utter nonsense.”

Crain scoffed with his jaw cocked to one side.

“If you were truly as benevolent as you claim, you wouldn’t have abandoned those suffering children.”

He flicked his fingers as if to provoke Foreson.

“How unfortunate.”

Foreson raised one eyebrow and released a low sigh.

“You reject the reward and choose the punishment instead…”
“The punishment is for you to drink. I don’t understand why all you villains spout the same tired lines. Did you all attend some academy for evildoers or something?”

Crain clicked his tongue, calling out their predictability.

“How disrespectful.”

Foreson’s genuine fury manifested as blue veins bulging between the wrinkles of his forehead.

“If you’re counting on those children around you, you’ll come to regret it.”
“Has senility gotten to you, old man? What children are you talking about?”
“I see it all. Your essences are all similar. That means you were raised in the same family.”

He twisted his lips as he watched people trembling in the darkness.

“Your perception is disgustingly sharp.”

Crain stamped his foot and ground his teeth.

“We’re exposed! Prepare for battle!”

At his gesture, the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen who had been disguised as tourists and residents revealed their true forms.

“So it was Zigheart after all.”

Foreson nodded calmly as he observed the swords and uniforms of the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

“Having everyone be a Master is certainly a considerable advantage, but it will mean nothing before me.”

As he tapped the ground with his staff, the darkness staining the battlefield writhed and rose to its feet.

Kuguguguguguuu!

Dozens—no, hundreds of shadow demons surged upward, their eyes blazing with crimson light.

‘Formidable.’

Crain’s eyes narrowed as he observed the shadow demons Foreson had summoned.

‘Each one is at least a large-class monster.’

Of course, facing them would be far more difficult than that.

Unlike monsters whose strategies had already been mapped out, these shadow demons were completely unknown entities. They would undoubtedly be strong and agile, making them formidable opponents even for Masters.

“Form up! Gale Wind formation!”

At Crain’s command, the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen established the Gwangpung Formation in front of the statue of the Five Heroes.

“So you’re choosing a defensive battle? Not a bad choice, but how long can you hold out?”

Foreson curled his lips upward and brought his staff down, causing all the shadow demons he had summoned to sink simultaneously into the ground.

Kuooooooo!

The Shadow’s demons erupted from directly in front of the statue, baring their razor-sharp teeth toward the throats of the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

Shwaaaack!

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen struck down without a moment’s hesitation.
The Shadow’s demons could not withstand the sword strikes infused with wind aura, melting into black mist.

“Hmph!”

As if Foreson had anticipated this, he flicked his staff, and the demons that had been severed by the wind blades were revived, opening their pitch-black maws once more.

“Just kill them again!”

Crain, unflustered as well, slashed through the revived Shadow demons.

“How about this?”

As Foreson raised his fingertips, concentrated dark magic erupted from the tip of his staff toward the statue.

Thuuuuum!

Just as the darkness magic was about to erase both the hero’s statue and the silver orb simultaneously, Dorian burst forth from the sword formation.
He rushed forward with magic aura to shield the swordsmen from harm, bringing his blade down.

Shwaaaack!

Dorian’s sword strike, imbued with insight, split through the center of the darkness magic and even quelled the resulting magical explosion.

“Hghhh….”

Yet even that effort left him exhausted, his hands trembling as saliva dripped from his mouth.

“Well done!”

Crain praised him for merely enduring, patting Dorian’s back.

“You have skill worth boasting about. Though it remains meaningless.”

Foreson furrowed his brow and resurrected the demons once more, pressing down on the Gwangpung Hall.

“Whether it’s meaningful or not, we’ll only know if we see this through to the end!”

Crain snorted, telling them to bring it on as much as they wanted.

“Fine. Let me show you the end of you all.”

Foreson’s magical energy erupted, and the swords of the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen flashed brilliantly as a war of attrition between the two forces began.

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“Hmm….”

Foreson furrowed his brow as he watched the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen desperately protecting the orb.

‘This is taking longer than I expected.’

He had thought he could suppress the Gwangpung Hall in about ten minutes, but these young brats supported each other and blocked both the demons’ charges and his magic simultaneously.
Their mental fortitude, stamina, and practical combat experience far exceeded what their raw power suggested.

‘Is the power contained in that orb growing stronger?’

The artifact they were protecting now possessed the power to erase the barrier of Montiro itself.
It seemed the barrier would shatter very soon.

‘There’s no choice.’

If Montiro’s barrier shattered, much would crumble. He had to eliminate that orb, even if he had to move himself.

Boom!

Foreson shook his head and struck the ground with his staff. The magical energy swirling around him grew denser and denser, spreading a pitch-black darkness so thick that not even an inch ahead could be seen.

“Focus! We win if we just hold on!”

Crain shouted at the examiners never to abandon their positions, encouraging them to hold the line.

“Ugh…”

Meanwhile, Dorian trembled in the darkness—not just his hands, but his legs as well, consumed by fear.

‘This won’t be difficult at all.’

Foreson watched the Gwangpung Hall examiners trembling in the darkness and licked his lips with satisfaction.

‘After all, it’s impossible for those fools to kill me.’

Against an opponent who had deployed a pitch-black barrier, his weakness existed in only one place.
No—they couldn’t even find him in this darkness, let alone strike at his weakness. Destroying that orb would be child’s play.

‘Heh.’

Foreson sneered as he looked at the examiner with the round-cheeked green hair.

‘If the strongest one is in such a pathetic state, the battle is already over.’

His skill at blocking magical energy was decent enough, but his fear made his reactions sluggish and delayed.
He had never seen anyone so pathetic.

Whoooosh!

Foreson moved through the darkness and burrowed behind the statue, reaching toward the silver orb buried in the ground.
He seized the moment when the Gwangpung Hall examiners were occupied cutting down the demonic beasts.

Splash!

Just as he thought victory was assured and reached to shatter the silver orb, a blue-tinged blade pierced through his body.

‘Impressive that you found me, but something like that won’t—cough!’

Foreson revealed his true form and spat black blood. He let out a murky groan as he stared at the blade that had pierced through his left knee.

“What is this…?”

In this state, his only weakness was the thigh above his left knee.
Like the dragon’s reverse scale. I have no idea how he discovered such a tiny spot and pierced it.

“I… I was waiting for it.”

The green-haired swordmaster from Gwangpung Hall—the strongest yet most fearful among them—shook his head with tears streaming down his face.

“You… you were acting from the very beginning….”

Foreson collapsed, his expression twisted in shock as he realized Dorian had deceived him from the start. His body sank into the pitch-black demonic energy, and crimson blood erupted upward.

Whoooosh!

As Foreson died, the Shadow’s demonic creatures lost their power and dissolved into black mist.

“Haah… haah….”

Dorian exhaled deeply and collapsed to the ground.

“Hey! What did you do!”

Crain approached Dorian with wide eyes, unable to believe what had happened.

“Dorian!”
“Did you really kill that old man?”
“What on earth happened!”

The other Gwangpung Hall swordmasters rushed toward Dorian, crying out in astonishment.

“I… read him….”

Dorian exhaled heavily and shook his head.

“He grew impatient just like we were struggling.”

The effects of enduring Raon’s hellish training proved invaluable—Foreson, panicked that they showed no signs of exhaustion, decided to move himself.

The moment I grasped that, I activated my insight to its maximum and read his psychology.

Foreson would naturally reappear directly in front of me. By reading his movements and striking not at the vulnerable points humans typically protect—the neck, head, or heart—but at the inner thigh just above his left knee, which he had desperately tried to guard, I ended it.

“So you really were acting?”
“Acting my ass….”

Dorian shook his head coldly.

“I was genuinely terrified! I thought I was going to die! Look! I’m still shaking!”

He pointed to his trembling hands and legs.

“But how did you manage it?”
“I saw Lencia.”

Dorian clenched his trembling hands into fists.

“If I couldn’t move after seeing that girl, I wouldn’t deserve to wield a sword.”

He nodded, as if that was all that had driven him forward.

“Oh! Dorian’s got some style, doesn’t he?”

Crain laughed and gripped Dorian’s shoulder firmly.

“Now that I think about it, maybe you suit being a swordsman more than a merchant?”
“I was always a swordsman.”
“Huh? Weren’t you a quartermaster?”
“My mood’s good, but this is bad….”

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Screech!

Lunan and Martha rolled across the ground, driven backward.

“What?! Those bastards got stronger?”

Martha ground her teeth in disbelief.

“Yeah….”

Lunan nodded, watching the demonic energy blazing at the tip of his sword.

“They definitely got stronger….”

Just as I gained a small insight and attempted to break through the wall, Kallop and Felix unleashed an even more formidable surge of demonic energy, crushing me with their overwhelming power.
It seemed the force they displayed now was far from their full capability.

“That was quite dangerous this time.”

Kallop clicked his tongue, eyeing the wound on his chest inflicted by Lunan.

“I share the sentiment. Despite my vigilance, I nearly suffered a grave injury.”

Felix narrowed his eyes, examining the blade marks etched into his spear shaft.

“They exceed our expectations in strength, but what truly demands caution is their practical combat experience. It would be no surprise if they grew even further at any moment.”

His gaze grew quiet and resolute.

“We should finish this as quickly as possible.”
“Understood. I’ll proceed accordingly.”

Felix lowered his stance, aiming his spear at Lencia.

“Very well….”

Kallop nodded in agreement with Felix’s assessment.

“Protect yourselves.”

Martha clicked her tongue and stepped back one pace.

“Because it feels like the real thing is starting now.”
“I know….”

Lunan nodded calmly and bloomed flowers of frost around the fountain square.

“From now on, I’ll become the villain you desire.”

Kallop, wreathed in demonic energy, pierced through the frost and burrowed to the right.
Without the slightest hesitation, he brought his greatsword crashing down toward Lencia’s head.

Ching!

Felix also stepped forward with a footwork technique to the left, sweeping his spear shaft as demonic energy rippled across it.
His spear point was also aimed at Lencia.

Clang!

Martha and Lunan urgently stepped forward with their footwork techniques, blocking both Kallop’s sword and Felix’s spear.
The pupils of both their eyes began to shake violently as if struck by waves.

Boom boom boom boom!

Felix and Kallop showed no intention of turning their sword and spear away from Lencia, instead intensifying their assault with increasingly dense demonic energy.

“Just as expected from Demon Practitioners—how despicable! Do you really want to target a child!”

Martha pushed away Felix’s spear shaft while grinding her teeth.

“What a foul stench….”

Lunan wrinkled the bridge of his nose and erected a wall of frost to block Kallop’s demonic energy.

“Even if you’ve grasped a way to block demonic energy, you won’t be able to protect everything.”

Felix pressed Martha’s shoulder with his spear blade ablaze in black demonic energy, lifting his chin defiantly.

“Even if you can endure, those behind you won’t be able to.”

He unleashed terrifying demonic energy as if trying to swallow not Martha, but the entire space itself.

“That’s right. If we just kill Lencia and Raon Zigheart, it’s all over.”

Kallop, sharing Felix’s sentiment, unleashed a relentless barrage of sword strikes.

Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack!

The demonic energy that Martha and Lunan couldn’t completely erase scattered around the Fountain Square, igniting black flames across the Battlefield.

“Ugh….”
“It won’t go out!”
“Damn it!”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen tried desperately to help, but the disparity in power was so vast that even approaching was difficult.

“Uuugh….”

Lencia trembled violently as if about to collapse, her suffering intensified by the demonic energy spreading around her. As if it were pain of a different dimension entirely, blackened blood dripped from her lips.

“Lencia!”

Martha cried out upon seeing the black blood staining Lencia’s lips.
Yet she couldn’t reach Lencia, struggling merely to block Felix’s spear thrusts.

“Ugh….”

Lunan also desperately tried to erase the demonic energy, but Kallop’s interference prevented him from moving properly.

“I had my suspicions, but now it’s become perfectly clear.”

Felix licked his lips as he observed Raon, whose eyes remained quietly open.

“You can’t move a single step from that spot.”
“As I said before, I don’t understand. Entrusting your life to these vermin.”

Kallop laughed mockingly, remarking how lightly a Transcendent’s life hung in the balance.

“Your mind must be dull, making you repeat the same words.”

Raon shook his head calmly.

“I trust because they are trustworthy.”
“Will that trust hold even in the moment you and Lencia die?”

Kallop licked his lips with his tongue, eager to see what expression Raon would wear as he died.

“I trust no one but myself. And because of that….”

Raon gazed at Martha and Lunan’s backs, a subtle smile crossing his face.

“I trust the me who has watched over those two.”

He squeezed Lencia’s trembling hand more firmly, declaring he had no intention of moving an inch.

“I… too….”

Lencia forced her eyes open with great effort.

“I trust my sisters.”

Despite the excruciating pain that had caused sinews to protrude across her skin, she smiled radiantly.
Though the situation was undoubtedly tragic, her smile was so pure and good that it seemed to illuminate the world stained by demonic energy.

Thump!

As Martha and Lunan witnessed Lencia’s smile, their childhood flashed before their eyes.

A girl crying for her mother amid a village filled with corpses, and another girl unable to even gaze upon the world, trapped in her brother’s grip.

Before Martha and Lunan, each bearing their own scars, stood Lencia wearing a blue backpack. The child extended her hands to them with a radiant smile.

Martha and Lunan reached out their hands—burned by fire and drenched in blood—toward Lencia’s brilliantly shining hands.

As the three children’s hands joined as one, the burning village vanished, and the door of the cage made of blood swung open.

Crash!

The Titan’s formidable energy surged up through Martha’s fingertips, rotating in a diagonal spiral and crushing the demonic energy dispersed throughout the atmosphere.

Whoooosh!

Frost fragments bloomed atop Lunan’s beloved blade Seolhwa, forming a chandelier-like pattern that froze every trace of the encroaching demonic energy in its path.

“Surely not that….”
“What in blazes!”

Kallop and Felix stared wide-eyed, unable to fathom Martha and Lunan’s simultaneous awakening.

“End it now! Unleash all your demonic energy before their Stronghold completes!”

Felix, desperate beyond measure, spoke in casual tones for the first time and detonated every ounce of demonic energy he possessed.

“Got it!”

Kallop clenched his teeth and ignited a Stronghold with his demonic flames, hurling it toward Lunan.

“Lunan.”
“Yeah.”

Martha and Lunan did not glance at Kallop and Felix. Standing before Raon and Lencia, they lowered their blades toward each other.
The two of them stood before Raon and Lencia, their swords drawn toward each other.

Wow!

Two swords, one blooming with the energy of frost and the other with the energy of the Battlefield, clashed and burst forth with a clear, azure light.

Phew!

The black demonic energy that had covered heaven and earth couldn’t even struggle once before the natural force that seemed to contain the frozen wasteland, melting away hazily like spring snow.

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