The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 991

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Chapter 991

“That’s complete nonsense!”

Guisalchang Kern ground his teeth, unable to accept that he only enjoyed fights he could win.

“I’ve lived my entire life on the battlefield. It’s not about winning fights—I simply revel in combat itself!”

He shook his head, insisting that victory or defeat meant nothing to him.

“I thought the same thing.”

I twisted the demonic blade piercing through Guisalchang Kern’s throat with a subtle motion. Thick blood trickled down his neck.

“I believed you were a warrior worthy of fighting.”

Since he claimed that tracking Merlin was an order from Eden, I had thought it possible.

“But you weren’t.”

I exhaled sharply and turned away, my lips trembling as I gazed upon Merlin, her body wrapped in tattered robes.

‘Merlin…’

Her body bore countless scars beyond the piercing wound through her chest.
Most were inflicted by Guisalchang Kern, and fury erupted from the depths of my heart.

“What kind of cruelty is this—something even cowards wouldn’t do?”

Despite possessing the power to kill Merlin instantly, Guisalchang Kern had prolonged her suffering, mutilating her body as a child might tear the legs from an insect.

It was starkly different from the bold demeanor I had witnessed at the Divine Sovereign Festival, creating an unsettling dissonance.

-He was always this kind of monster!

Wrath snorted derisively at the sight of Guisalchang Kern.

“I have never seen a proper madman obsessed with battle! The True Demon King has never witnessed one!”

He shook his head, saying that all those who loved war were out of their minds.

‘That’s not entirely true.’

I narrowed my eyes slightly.

‘Like King Roman.’

King Roman was a man who lived to fight the strong.
Even when he suffered a mortal wound, I cannot forget the sight of him acknowledging his defeat and smiling with satisfaction. He was a warrior to the very end.
A man who remained true to the martial way until his last breath.

“Hmm, I didn’t see everything, but…”

Wrath furrowed his brow.

“That bastard seemed the most insane of all.”

He smacked his lips, saying such madness was rare even in the Demon Realm.

“No! That can’t be true of me!”

Guisalchang Kern clutched his head, unable to accept that he had been consumed by fear or that he had toyed with the weak.

‘There’s no point.’

I realized there was no need to continue engaging with Guisalchang Kern and tightened my grip on the Demonic Blade.

“Die.”

Just as the Demonic Blade was about to sever Guisalchang Kern’s neck—

“I am Guisalchang Kern! I fear nothing!”

As Guisalchang Kern roared, black flames surged up toward his neck, deflecting the blade of the Demonic Sword.

Boom!

Guisalchang seized the opportunity without hesitation, retreating backward as he stomped his foot against the ground.
A tremendous tremor pierced through the earth itself, splitting the battlefield wide open, and from beneath it, vivid flames erupted skyward.

‘Crimson flames? No, that’s not…’

I widened my eyes as I watched the inferno surge from the ground.

‘A war horse!’

What erupted from the earth was not flame, but a war horse far taller than myself.

It was a mystical steed with skin burning a brilliant crimson, its saddle gleaming gold, and beside it hung a Crescent Halberd that flashed with an icy blue edge.

‘The war horse Blood Horn and the Crescent Halberd.’

The legendary spear and steed that had made Guisalchang an invincible general descended upon the blood-soaked battlefield.

“I was born on the battlefield, raised on the battlefield. Both the weak and the strong are nothing but my prey!”

Guisalchang cried out those words alone as he mounted the saddle atop Blood Horn.

Neeeeiiiigh!

As Guisalchang became one with Blood Horn, the repugnant stench that had emanated from him was swept away by the war horse’s neigh.

“I shall show you! Who I truly am!”

Guisalchang roared his challenge, leveling the black spear toward himself. The murky light that had clouded his eyes faded away, revealing his true azure gaze beneath.

‘That’s right.’

I narrowed my eyes as I observed Guisalchang, now sitting with the upright posture of a general of heaven.

‘Guisalchang originally rode that steed.’

Guisalchang’s arsenal was not limited to his spear. He was a warrior who could only unleash his full power after mounting the war horse Blood Horn.

‘So this is when the real battle begins.’

Raon smacked his lips and was about to adjust his grip on the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword.

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

Black flames erupted from the demonic spear in Guisalchang’s grasp, and his eyes began to shimmer with a gloomy gray light once more.

‘That spear….’

I let out a low groan as I gazed at the black spear endlessly spewing black flames.

‘Something feels off.’

Guisalchang’s weapon wasn’t that black spear—it was the Fangtian Huaji bound to Blood Horn’s saddle.
I couldn’t understand why he would abandon such a special weapon called a demonic spear and wield such a bizarre one instead.

‘It’s not as if he obtained a new weapon… Ah!’

I bit my lip as I recalled my conversation with Guisalchang and his reaction.

“You….”

I furrowed my brow while meeting Guisalchang’s hazy eyes.

“What did Tacheon do to you?”

No matter how much I thought about it, Guisalchang’s current state wasn’t normal. While a person’s personality could change, he had far exceeded that threshold.

‘Now that I think about it, the fact that he was quietly holed up in Eden is also strange.’

Guisalchang is a battle-crazed madman who left the New Rising Powers to fight on the side of the Four Demons. It was strange enough that such a lunatic had been quietly holed up in Eden all this time, and now he’s received a mission.

“What nonsense! That’s not it!”

Guisalchang screamed in absolute denial and let out a roar.

“Shut your mouth and come at me! It’ll be different from before!”

He grasped Blood Horn’s reins, declaring that this was the real thing.

Kuuuuuu!

As Blood Horn reared up and kicked at the ground, Guisalchang’s spear blade suddenly rushed toward my eyes.

‘Fast.’

Guisalchang’s movements had become so swift that they pierced through my senses. It was astounding how his footwork surpassed even a Transcendent’s in speed and agility.

‘And the power of his spear strikes has grown stronger too.’

Guisalchang hadn’t merely become faster—he had also enhanced the potency of his spearmanship and aura. Simply by mounting the beast, his entire tier of martial prowess seemed transformed.

‘However…’

I twisted my wrist and drew the demonic sword ablaze with frost diagonally upward.

Claaaaaang!

The Red Slash I unleashed with the demonic sword met Guisalchang’s fiercer and faster assault head-on without wavering.

‘Nothing has fundamentally changed.’

If his strength, speed, and aura had merely increased, my current martial power was more than sufficient to counter him. In fact, I could certainly win.

“Not yet!”

Guisalchang tilted his black spear forward like a cavalry charge. Black flames erupted across his entire body and Blood Horn’s, transforming them both into a single spear that hurtled toward me.

Kuguguguguuu!

The earth twisted beneath the thrust where horse and warrior became one, and the sky warped from the searing black heat. Even before contact, my skin and bones felt crushed by the pressure.
Even without touching, it felt as though my skin and bones were being crushed.

Whoooosh!

As Guisalchang’s charge closed to arm’s length, I concentrated the Manhwagong flames onto the sword’s edge.

Raon Zigheart Style Swordsmanship.
Second Form: Middle Heaven Thrust.

Golden flames condensed into a small sphere, burning fiercely as they unleashed a tremendous gravitational force that blocked Guisalchang’s charge.

Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack!

Guisalchang and Blood Horn’s charge couldn’t even reach me before they froze solid against the gravitational pull of the Middle Heaven Sphere.

“What… what is this…?”

Guisalchang’s eyes widened in shock, as if he had never imagined he wouldn’t be able to approach me at all.

“It’s not over yet.”

I shook my head as I watched the bewildered Guisalchang.

“Try to block this.”

Before the words even finished, I detonated the flames concentrated on my sword blade.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

Between the Divine Sword and the black spear, a tremendous aura erupted, melting the earth itself, while golden flames soared upward as if they would split the very heavens.

“Ugh…!”

Guisalchang managed to survive by hastily dodging, but his skin had turned bright red from severe burns across his face, arms, and legs.

“Why…?”

Guisalchang looked up at me with wavering eyes.

“I was clearly faster and stronger. How could this…?”

His lips trembled as if he still couldn’t accept this outcome.

“You’re right. You have grown stronger.”

I nodded calmly in acknowledgment.

“In strength, speed, and aura alone.”

In battles between transcendents, power, speed, and aura are certainly important factors.
But what matters more is what value one has accumulated in the martial way and what convictions one holds.

I had learned through clashing sword and spear in the realm of transcendence that Guisalchang Kern’s soul was hollow and empty.

“Silence. Silence. Be silent!”

Guisalchang Kern snarled in refusal and raised the black spear.

Whoooosh!

Blood Horn released a melancholic cry and struck the ground in obedience to its master’s command.

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Boom!

Guisalchang Kern blocked Raon’s heavy sword strike and twisted his parched lips into a grimace.

‘I can endure this!’

Raon’s sword strikes were certainly powerful and solid, but not enough to pierce through my bones and flesh.
If we continued fighting, I, who wielded the dark magic of the black spear, would inevitably prevail.

“Keep going, Head of House!”

Guisalchang Kern roared and unleashed a barrage of spear strikes at Raon’s entire body.

But Raon blocked every strike with ease, as if he had read all my moves. Even continuously changing the techniques of the Demonic God Spear proved futile.

‘What kind of monster is this…’

Through countless wars, I had faced many so-called geniuses, but never one like Raon.
Though we were clearly at similar levels, it felt as though I were facing a transcendent far above me.

‘It’s fine! If I see this through to the end, I’ll win without question!’

I had the experience forged on countless battlefields and the Demon Spear that granted me endless power. If I fought until the very end, victory was assured.

Clang!

Guisalchang Kern deflected Raon’s fierce slashes and was about to charge forward again when it happened.

Shudder.

Blood Horn let out a murky groan, trembling as if about to collapse.

“What are you doing! At such a critical moment… what?”

Guisalchang Kern grabbed the reins to steady Blood Horn, but his eyes widened in shock.

“Blood Horn?”

The crimson flames burning across Blood Horn’s body were fading as if about to extinguish. Despite the countless years we had spent together, I had never seen him in such a state.

‘Surely not….’

Guisalchang Kern’s jaw trembled as he watched Blood Horn coughing up blood rather than sweat from every pore of his body.

‘You… protecting me?’

Looking at Blood Horn’s condition, it seemed this creature had been absorbing all the impact transmitted from Raon’s blade strikes to prevent them from reaching me.

Tremor.

Blood Horn steadied his trembling legs as if to say it was nothing, and struggled to trot forward.

“Ugh…”

Guisalchang Kern touched Blood Horn’s mane and let out a low groan.

‘How could I not have noticed…?’

Blood Horn was an artifact, but also my beloved steed, my companion, and my family. I couldn’t understand how I had failed to notice until he reached this state.

‘How long has it been since I summoned this creature?’

Originally, I would summon Blood Horn every day and give him carrots that he loved, but now that I thought about it, it seemed like an eternity since I had last called upon him.

‘Eden, Tacheon… Ah!’

As Guisalchang Kern pressed his temples with his fingers, trying to recall his memories, the black spear trembled violently and erupted in black flames.

Whoooosh!

Along with the black flames, something pitch-dark burrowed into my mind, and I couldn’t stop it.

“Ugh!”

I tried to summon my aura and erase the strange force seeping into my Upper Dantian, but it was futile.

‘Surely not….’

Guisalchang Kern swallowed hard as he watched the black spear continue to burn against his will.

‘This spear?’

This black spear was an ancient weapon that Tacheon had given him when he said to enter Eden.
He had said he wouldn’t accept it since he already possessed the Demonic Spear, which was called the Four Extremes Extreme, but when told to try wielding it once, he had accepted it.

‘I only tried using it once, so why have I been continuously using this spear?’

The black spear was undoubtedly a superior weapon, but the Four Extremes Extreme was a weapon as vital as my own life.
I had intended to accept it but never use it, yet at some point, I had been wielding only this black spear.

‘That’s not all.’

My memories since entering Eden were hazy. The only things I could recall were speaking with Tacheon once a day and receiving this mission.

“Ha….”

Guisalchang Kern let out a hollow laugh and bit his lip.

“Using such a petty trick!”

Now I finally understood what Raon had said. I had lost something because of Tacheon.

‘Damn mask-wearing bastard….’

It seemed Tacheon had orchestrated this to prevent me from leaving Eden and going elsewhere.

“Curse it!”

Guisalchang Kern spat out a curse and stamped his foot. Even now, the black spear was pushing a strange force into him, as if trying to devour his consciousness.

“I’ll discard it!”

Since I could not become someone else, I threw away the black spear despite having Raon standing before me.

Sizzzzzzzzle.

Yet even after discarding the black spear, my mind remained unsettled.
Instead, my vision grew dizzier, and like an addict craving their drug, I could only think of grasping the spear again.

“….”

Raon seemed to sense my transformation and stood waiting in place.

“Haa…ugh.”

Guisalchang Kern’s entire body trembled as black blood spilled from his mouth.

‘Sp, spear….’

I need the spear.

The black spear was calling to me. It was screaming for me to take it, trampling my mind and heart with the power it had left behind.

‘I, I have no choice….’

In his current depleted mental state, he couldn’t resist the temptation of the Black Spear. He climbed down from Blood Horn to seize the Black Spear once more.

Whoosh.

As I bent down to grasp the spear, my eyes met those of Blood Horn.
I could see my own reflection in the beast’s black pupils.
Seeing trembling hands and eyes like those of a coward rather than a commander who ruled the battlefield, my soul cried out as if it would shatter.

Screeeech!

Guisalchang Kern withdrew his hand from grasping the black spear and bit down so hard his tongue nearly bled.

“Do not worry…”

Spitting blood from my lips, I kicked away the black spear and rose, grasping the Four Extremities Halberd bound to Blood Horn’s saddle.

“It seems…”

Guisalchang Kern looked at Raon with a twisted smile.

“You were right—Tacheon has done something filthy to me.”

I nodded, unable to deny it.

“Before I become his puppet once more…”

Guisalchang Kern raised the Heavenly Halberd and aimed it at Raon.

“Let us end this, Raon Zigheart!”
“In that state, it would be dangerous.”

Raon’s brow furrowed as if he already understood Guisalchang Kern’s condition.

“Zigheart has those skilled in medicine and the sacred arts, so we could treat…”
“No…”

Guisalchang Kern shook his head and spat out the black blood he had been holding in his mouth.

“I do not have much time left to endure.”

I bit my lips, pleading for him to fight me in this state.

“Me…”

Guisalchang Kern bowed his head as if pleading for a fight.

“Send me as a warrior.”

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“Hmm….”

Raon frowned as he looked at Guisalchang Kern, whose eyes burned with desperation.

‘What have they done to that spear?’

No, it wasn’t just the spear.

Guisalchang Kern was an experienced warrior who understood the battlefield.
There was no way they had brainwashed such a transcendent being with merely a single weapon. They must have ensnared him through various means—curses, poison, formations, and more—regardless of what I couldn’t discern.

‘And they made it so he cannot escape.’

Looking at Guisalchang Kern’s condition, it seemed they had bound him so that his body would deteriorate with withdrawal symptoms if he didn’t grip the black spear.

In a situation like this, there was only one thing I could do for him.

“Come.”

Raon exhaled slowly and nodded.

“Thank you.”

Guisalchang Kern nodded and gripped the reins of Blood Horn.

“Let’s go! Comrade!”

He charged forward alongside Blood Horn, declaring that they would advance together to the very end.

Whoooooosh!

Guisalchang Kern spun the Heavenly Wheel Extreme Spear above his head, unleashing a tremendous inferno.

Roooaaarrr!

Blood Horn, without a single word spoken, seemed to understand everything as he kicked off the shattered battlefield and leaped upward, positioning himself at the exact height and angle where Guisalchang Kern’s spear strike would achieve maximum devastation.

Demonic Divine Spear Extreme.
Thousand Radiance Boundless.

Guisalchang Kern, mounted upon his war beast and wielding a spear ablaze with crimson flames, unleashing strikes that seemed to shatter the very heavens themselves—he was both the Demonic Spear and the Mounted Spear incarnate.

“With everything I have.”

I drew a deep breath, positioning the Divine Sword above my shoulder and the Demonic Sword behind my waist. The stance of the Path-Breaker. With the resolve to cleave through anything, I extended both blades.

Raon Zigheart Style Sword Technique.
Sixth Form Divine Demonic Harmony Convergence Linked Technique: Azure Crimson Undefeated Sword.

The Azure Crimson Undefeated, which contained the extreme of the Demonic Divine Spear drawn by man and beast becoming one, and the extreme of dual-sword mastery, collided at the intersection where heaven and earth crossed.

Roooaaarrr!

Terrifying forces clashed, and pitch-black cracks spread as if heaven and earth were being torn asunder, while blood-red whirlwinds erupted from all directions.

Whoooosh!

Raon and Guisalchang Kern passed through each other and came to a halt, completely unaffected by the colossal shockwave.

“How was it?”

Guisalchang Kern asked without even turning his head.

“Was it a spear that despised the weak until the very end?”

His shoulders trembled as if he wanted to know the answer.

“No.”

Raon shook his head firmly.

Screeeech!

I curled my lips as I observed the wound torn through my chest, blood pouring from the spear strike.

“That was a magnificent spear thrust—one that challenged the heavens.”

Guisalchang’s final strike embodied the conviction of a true Demon Spear master, the very ideal I had anticipated. Even with all my power unleashed, I could not escape a grave wound.

“I see.”

Guisalchang nodded, finally satisfied, before limply sliding from Blood Horn’s saddle.

“Cough….”

He exhaled weakly as he gazed upon the sword wound that had carved through his chest like it would tear him apart.

“Even if I were at full strength, I would have lost in the end.”

As Guisalchang acknowledged his defeat, the blade of the Crescent Moon Halberd in his grip shattered like old glass.

“Despite this wretched state, I have one request.”
“What is it?”

I tilted my chin toward Guisalchang.

“That creature….”

Guisalchang pointed toward Blood Horn, who had collapsed beside him with all strength drained away.

“Take that creature with you.”

He bowed his head as he made his plea.

Whimper, whimper.

Blood Horn crawled toward Guisalchang on weakened legs, unwilling to leave his master.

“Thank you for staying with such an incompetent master.”

Guisalchang Kern stroked Blood Horn’s forehead with a gentle smile.

“That one will treat you far better than I ever could. Go with him.”

He shook his head, acknowledging that their journey together had reached its end.

“Haa….”

Guisalchang Kern raised his hand, as though all strength had drained from him.

“Before I die, I’ll tell you what I know.”
“What you know?”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he regarded Guisalchang Kern.

“Eden, Derus, and the White Blood Cult have reached an accord far deeper than your Five Emperors realize. And what Eden is preparing is not merely the resurrection of the Demon Dragon… Ah.”

Guisalchang Kern’s final words died unspoken as his breath ceased.

Whimper, whimper, whimper!

Blood Horn could not close his eyes. Instead, he licked the cheek of his fallen master, tears streaming down from his enormous eyes.

“….”

I etched Guisalchang Kern’s parting words into my mind, nodding to ensure I would not forget them, before turning back to where I had left Merlin.

‘Fortunately, she’s unharmed.’

I had been careful to shield her from harm, and her body bore no new wounds.
Yet her condition had not improved, so I needed to return with her quickly.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

As I lifted Merlin onto my back and rose to my feet, a tremendous sound echoed from beyond the Forest.

‘Mark Goeten.’

It seemed Mark Goeten, who had covered my retreat, was still fighting. I could still sense his presence, but his condition didn’t look good.

‘I need to hurry back… Wait!’

Raon stopped as he tried to dash out of the Forest.

‘That’s right. The bell.’

I approached the lifeless Guisalchang Kern and retrieved the bell from his robes.

“Hmm?”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he gazed at the bell, which glowed with a deep crimson light.

“This bell….”

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