The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 913

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Chapter 913

Kwaaaaaaaa!

Lunan Slion and Martha’s combined technique shattered the mage’s barrier of magic and severed Felix and Kallop’s bodies as well.

“Kraaaaaaagh!”
“This… this can’t be…!”

Kallop screamed as if his throat would tear from the agony of his arms being ripped away, while Felix’s spear shaft shattered and his legs froze solid, leaving him unable to move from that spot.

“Now is our only chance!”
“Right.”

Martha and Lunan Slion sensed this was their sole opportunity to kill Kallop and Felix, and despite coughing blood, they moved with lethal grace.

“Ughhhh!”
“W-wait! Just wait a moment!”

Kallop retreated while regenerating his arms with magic, and Felix swung his spear shaft—snapped in half—while crying out for them to stop.

“You didn’t listen to Lencia’s words either, so why should I?”

Martha twisted her lips into a cruel smile and drove her blade into Felix’s chest.
She crushed bone and flesh with her sword, determined to make him experience the same pain Lencia had endured.

“Kraaaaaaaaaah…!”

Felix’s screams came in gasping bursts before his eyes rolled back and his head went limp.

“A pain that will never fade…!”

Lunan Slion, honoring the promise made to Lencia, evaded Kallop’s upward kick and plunged Seolhwa into his abdomen.

Shhhhiiiing!

The bitter cold blooming from Seolhwa’s blade began to freeze Kallop’s entire body solid.

“Ugh!”

Kallop tried to block the frigid energy with his magic, but he couldn’t withstand the frost of an awakened Lunan Slion.
Before he could even exhale fully, his entire body was buried beneath silver ice.

“Damn it….”

Kallop’s eyes trembled as fear gripped him at the sensation draining from his body, and then his breath ceased entirely.

“Haa!”
“Ugh….”

Martha and Lunan Slion finally released the tension they’d been holding, breathing heavily as they bent deeply at the waist.

“Thank you, sisters.”

Lencia offered a faint smile and bowed her head to Lunan Slion and Martha.

“Ugh….”

Yet even that small gesture caused her pain, and she immediately bent forward with a gasp.

“Hey! Stay still!”
“Don’t move….”

Despite bearing severe external and internal injuries themselves, Martha and Lunan Slion rushed to Lencia’s side and steadied her.

“They’re good sisters. Though they are rather peculiar.”

I watched Lunan Slion and Martha tending to Lencia and smiled faintly.

“You can skip the part about us being peculiar!”

Martha furrowed her brow, warning me to watch my words.

“Raon….”

Lunan Slion looked at me and slightly lowered her chin.

“Did you know we were going to break through the Wall?”

She blinked her eyes as if she was incredibly curious about that.

“Yeah. How on earth did you know?”

Martha tilted her head with an expression of wonder.

“I never imagined I would awaken either.”

She narrowed her eyes, asking for an explanation.

“I didn’t know?”

I clenched my jaw slightly.

“What? You clearly said you trusted us….”
“I didn’t know you would awaken. I just thought you’d win.”

Not just Martha and Lunan, but everyone in Gwangpung Hall had experienced countless real battles and diverse combat training.
I had repeatedly put them through training where they could feel the moment of death, so I thought they could win through that experience, but I never imagined they would awaken.

‘Did you know?’

I glanced at Wrath with a slight nod of my chin.

-Didn’t you say it yourself? That you’ve gone through diverse experiences no ordinary human could endure. Even if I only provided support from behind, the difference between direct experience and merely hearing about it is starkly profound.

Wrath shook his head as if it were obvious.

-Especially that brutal training on the Mountain where you took them to be beaten until death—crude as it is, it’s an extraordinarily effective method of cultivation. Humans who feel death elevate the quality of their souls.

He gestured dismissively, noting that the abnormal strength of Gwangpung Hall stemmed from that concentration training.

-Considering that you directly taught them at the forefront and they’ve undergone countless experiences, their awakening is actually somewhat delayed.

Wrath snorted, saying they would have awakened somewhat sooner if fortune had favored them.

‘They’ve followed me well, haven’t they.’

Raon looked at Martha and Lunan Slion with an approving gaze.

“You should have won without awakening. To barely win after awakening… I’ll need to increase training intensity when we return.”

Since Wrath had acknowledged them, it seemed fine to make the concentration enhancement training even more grueling going forward.

“Should we kill it now?”

Martha picked up her sword again, genuinely contemplating the question.

“I thought today was going to be impressive, but it turned out to be pathetic…”

Lunan Slion also hung his head in disappointment.

“I was joking… huh?”

Just as Raon was about to appease the sulking Martha and Lunan Slion.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

From the earth that had crumbled due to demonic energy, a black-haired middle-aged man covered in black spines like a porcupine rose up.

“So I’ve lost after all.”

The middle-aged man’s eyes, swirling with demonic energy, gleamed as he gazed upon the breathless Kallop and the frozen Felix. His final words carried a thick killing intent and demonic aura. He was a demon far stronger than either Kallop or Felix.
A thick murderous intent and demonic energy emanated from his final voice. It was a far stronger magical power than that of Kallop or Felix.

“It seems like I’ve awakened, but all my strength has been drained.”

The Ogre Warrior seemed intent on ending it all, making the spines covering his entire body even sharper. The spines began to writhe as if they were alive.

“Damn it…”

Martha lifted the sword with a weakened hand and bit her lip.

“Phew…”

Lunan Slion took a deep breath to hide his exhaustion and stepped in front of Lencia.

“Batortan.”

I drew a faint smile as I looked at the middle-aged man.

“Thanks to you, I was able to find this place. I’m grateful.”

Batortan, an upper-tier master of the Black Tower, was the one who had taught Sageomma the ritual magic of sacrifice and led us here. I thanked him while mocking him provocatively.

“What nonsense! I never told Sageomma about this place!”

Batortan cried out, flustered by the gazes of the demons around him.

“You underestimated the transcendent far too much.”

I shook my head without saying anything more.

“It seems I can’t just kill you. I’ll have to extract your brain and examine your memories.”

Batortan muttered something sinister and raised his thorny arm.

“Not so fast!”
“Absolutely not.”

Martha and Lunan Slion unleashed their respective sword strikes, but lacking strength and stamina, they couldn’t pierce through Batortan’s thorns.

“Hmph. I have no interest in brats.”

Batortan ignored Martha and Lunan’s assault and charged toward me.

“Come any closer and you’ll die.”

I watched Batortan rushing toward me at high speed and tilted my chin slightly.

“You’re bluffing.”

Batortan snorted down at me with contempt.

“I already know you can’t move.”

He shook his head, saying he had grasped the entire situation here through Kallop and Felix.

“A transcendent who cannot move is hardly frightening.”

Batortan let out a scoff and crossed the line I had warned him against.

“It’s over.”

I closed my eyes.

“It’s not over yet!”
“That’s right. We must protect it to the end….”

Martha and Lunan Slion blocked the path, as if willing to sacrifice their own lives to fight until the very end.

“Foolish creatures! You are no match for….”

It was the moment Batortan curled his lips into a sneer and reached out his hand, from which spines protruded.

Shhhhh.

A crimson line was drawn across his neck, and his head fell clean off.

“That’s why I told you not to come.”

I opened my eyes, having known this would happen.

“Wh-what….”

Batortan died without even a chance to scream, seemingly unaware of what had happened to him.

Boom!

Roen, dressed in a pitch-black uniform, appeared behind Batortan’s corpse as it collapsed forward.

“Both of you were excellent.”

Roen lowered his sword without a single drop of blood on it and drew his usual benevolent smile.

“You’ve all worked hard as well.”

He regarded not only Martha and Lunan, but all the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall with eyes full of pride.

“Roen?”

Lunan blinked as he looked at Roen.

“You… you were still here the whole time?”

Martha’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Then why didn’t you come out…?”
“My first task was to create an escape route so the residents and tourists could evacuate.”

Roen chuckled, saying he had saved the people and returned.

“Of course, I arrived while you two were fighting Montiro’s heroes, but since the Master of Gwangpung Hall trusted me, I trusted as well.”

He laughed, saying the reward for such faith was truly sweet.

“I see…”
“Sigh…”

Martha and Lunan, upon seeing Roen, finally let their guard down and collapsed to the ground.

“Oh, and…”

Roen smiled and stepped between Lunan and Martha. He raised a thin blade and drove it down into the right chest of the seemingly dead Felix.

“Cough!”

Bright red blood sprayed from Felix’s mouth—the one they thought was already dead.

“Very rarely, there are Mains who have lost all their vitality and life force, yet still cling to existence. It’s best to finish them properly.”

Roen wiped the blood from his blade with a laugh, his expression unchanged.
Watching him kill with that familiar smile sent a chill down my spine.

“Roen. Then I’ll continue to rely on you.”

Raon bowed to Roen without sparing a glance at Felix, as if he already knew everything.

“Of course.”

Roen gazed at Raon and Lencia for a moment before vanishing like the wind itself.

“I’ve heard Roen is strong, but….”

Martha let out a breath of disbelief as she watched Batortan, an upper-tier master who had been killed in a single surprise attack, fall.

“I didn’t expect him to be that powerful.”
“In truth, that probably wasn’t even his full strength.”

I chuckled and shook my head.

“The title of Slayer King encompasses far more than we initially thought.”

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After meeting Raon, Roen immediately moved toward the Southern Coast.

The battle had already begun—the Cheoljeon Unit was engaged in fierce combat against numerous demonic beings.

‘The Cheoljeon Unit Master’s opponent appears to be a Grand Master.’

Trevin, the Cheoljeon Unit Master, was locked in a savage exchange with an upper-tier master wielding a halberd, their clash so fierce that the victor remained uncertain.

‘Rather than stepping in directly….’

It would be better to offer only modest assistance.

Having witnessed the growth of Martha and Lunan Slion moments ago, it seemed far more beneficial to create a platform for them to develop their strength rather than slaughter everything outright.

Roen rescued only the Cheoljeon Unit swordsmen in dangerous situations from an unseen position, dealt with only the relatively strong demonic beings, and then returned to his original location.

Trevin, the Cheoljeon Unit Master, had only slightly tilted the situation in their favor, yet he was already pressing his opponent.
It seemed that before long, he would be able to claim victory in this battle.

‘Next then.’

Roen nodded to Trevin and moved to the right.

A desolate wind swept through.

In the forest where the bleak breeze blew, Mark Goeten and a black-haired swordsman stood in confrontation.

‘Is that Hero Barins?’

The swordsman before Mark Goeten was Barins, the Thunder Sword, the last of the five heroes.
The two warriors, seemingly intent on fighting with quick-draw techniques, stood with their hands resting on their sword hilts and scabbards, glaring at each other.

‘This has been going on for quite a while.’

Having stood in this deadlock for some time, both men had beads of cold sweat on their foreheads, and their fingertips trembled faintly. The depletion of their mental fortitude was severe.

‘I’m not sure how it came to this….’

This would be difficult to help with.

I could kill his opponent, but unlike the others, it was hard to help him achieve victory.

‘All I can do is trust him.’

Mark Goeten is a man who climbed out of a deep pit of despair with his own hands.
I trusted in his mental fortitude and concealed my presence.

A desolate wind swept through.

Even as demonic energy and aura clashed violently, and a wind that would shake the entire forest was rising, Mark Goeten’s eyes did not waver in the slightest.

But Barins, as if his patience had finally run out, drew his sword with trembling hands first.

Whoooosh!

The moment his blade cut through the air, Mark Goeten’s hand became lightning itself, striking forward.

Crack!

A reversal of initiative. Mark Goeten’s sword, wrapped in wind, became true lightning and slashed across Barins’s throat.

“Hah….”

Mark Goeten stripped off his sweat-soaked shirt and exhaled deeply.

“In a quick-draw duel, victory doesn’t belong to the fastest—it belongs to the most patient.”

He nodded, satisfied with the outcome of this duel.

‘Congratulations.’

Roen offered his applause to Mark Goeten, who had claimed victory and gained new experience, then moved to the right.

Boom!

Morel Kazan, alongside his magical unit, was incinerating all the approaching demonic beings and monsters.
As expected of Balcar’s elite mage. He needed no assistance.

‘Do your best.’

Roen exchanged a glance with Morel Kazan, who was watching him, then moved toward where Dorian and Crain were.

“Watch out! They’re coming!”
“Stop them, hold the line!”
“Damn it! Why are there so many?!”
“I’m done for….”

Dorian, Crain, and the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen screamed as they faced the onslaught of monsters.
Yet despite their desperate cries, they moved as seasoned comrades who had fought in perfect synchronization for over a decade, leaving not a single opening for their enemies.

‘They can hold their own here.’

Roen gazed warmly at the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall before moving to the final location.

Kyaaaaaang!

Burren Zigheart, bearing severe wounds and exhaustion, remained rooted in place, cutting down the surging demonic creatures.

‘Has Burren also ascended to Grand Master?’

Roen let out an incredulous laugh. Perhaps because he had continued fighting alone even after reaching Grand Master, his manipulation of aura appeared more refined than Martha’s or Lunan’s.

‘He’s finally achieved it.’

Burren had swung his blade day and night to catch up with the advancing Lunan and Martha, and even here he had sought instruction from Karun and Raon.
His relentless effort had borne fruit, and it seemed he had finally grasped the heels of those two who had been ahead of him.

‘Head of House.’

Roen felt the sharp wind blooming from Burren’s blade and smiled with genuine joy.

‘Zigheart will grow even stronger from this point forward.’

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I gazed at the gem adorning the necklace around Lencia’s neck.
The flames that had flickered across the floor now filled the entire jewel completely.

Thump.

I severed the aura maintaining the magic circle and grasped Lencia’s necklace.

‘It’s complete.’

The heat felt as though the source of the flames would pierce through my skin.

A lantern to awaken the darkness.

I recited the incantation Chamber had taught me and released Manhwagong’s aura one final time.

Whoooosh!

The gem in the necklace trembled as if it might shatter, and crimson flames erupted in five streams, shooting toward the artifacts that formed the Five-Star Formation.

“Ah….”

Lencia slowly lifted her eyelids as the pain vanished. She gazed at the five streams of fire bursting from the necklace and let out a soft gasp of wonder.

“You did well.”
“D-did you succeed?”

Lencia swallowed hard, asking if the magic circle was now complete.

“It wasn’t me who succeeded—it was you. Now….”

I gazed at the Five-Star barrier connected by flames and gently stroked Lencia’s head.

“It’s my turn to repay you.”

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