The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 708

*Thud!*

Beorn slammed his left foot down, shoving Frederick away, and drove his sword deeper into Raon’s chest as he sank into the river.

‘It’s pierced.’

He could feel the blade cutting into flesh. But a Grandmaster’s life is stubbornly resilient. It had to end decisively.

*Wooooong!*

Ignoring the silver frost and mist rising from the water, Beorn summoned a burst of aura to the tip of his sword.

“Stop!”

Rimmer, moving with lightning speed, rushed toward him, but Beorn detonated the aura without hesitation.

*Boom!*

The explosion of energy surged from his sword, sweeping shockwaves in every direction.

The spray of water burst outward in waves, scattering the members of the Light Wind Division into the river.

“Argh!”

Rimmer roared as he thrust his sword toward Beorn.

*Clang!*

Beorn blocked the strike with the bloodstained long sword that had been submerged in the river.

“It’s over.”

“Shut your mouth!”

Rimmer gritted his teeth and pushed forward, but Beorn’s expression remained calm.

“I’ve pierced Raon Zieghart’s heart and detonated the aura inside. Not even a transcendent can survive that.”

Beorn shook his head, as if declaring Raon was already shredded to death.

“You think that guy would die so easily?”

Rimmer shoved Beorn away and dived into the river, desperately searching for Raon.

“You’ll die too,” growled Martha, a crimson killing intent flickering in her black eyes as she charged toward Beorn, her rage boiling over.

“Enough talk!”

Burren, veins bulging on his hands, summoned blades of wind to strike.

*Zing!*

Beorn didn’t counter their attacks. Instead, he flowed backward, releasing his power as he retreated.

“I have no reason to fight you.”

His gaze narrowed as he stated calmly, “My mission is complete.”

“You sure he’s really dead?”

The evil spirit grinned wickedly, deflecting Rabawin’s sword as he spoke.

“As I said, I detonated the aura in his heart. Raon Zieghart is dead.”

Beorn’s cold words shattered the last sliver of hope.

“You…”

“Ahh…”

Burren and Martha lowered their swords, their strength fading as despair sank in. The members of the Light Wind Division stood frozen, their jaws trembling.

Amid their disbelief, Runaan stepped forward.

“He’s not dead.”

Her voice was steady, her gaze unwavering.

“Raon is not dead!”

Runaan shouted confidently, summoning a burst of blue frost.

“That idiot wouldn’t die so easily!”

Martha nodded firmly, following Runaan’s lead.

“I have no intention of fighting you,” Beorn said, still holding his sword low as he retreated once more. Then, he disappeared into the shadows of the waves, as if his role was complete.

“Hahaha!”

The evil spirit cackled gleefully, spitting blood but grinning with satisfaction under Rabawin’s relentless pressure.

“The meddler is finally dead.”

His twisted gaze landed on Runaan.

“Now, at last, you and I can become one. We’ll have such wonderful times…”

“That will never happen.”

Despite the sinister aura surrounding her, Runaan’s expression remained calm, her eyes as serene as an untouched lake.

“Raon isn’t dead. And you… I’ll kill you.”

“You’ll kill me?”

The evil spirit’s tongue slithered from beneath his helmet, blood-red and eager.

“That doesn’t sound too bad.”

He grinned as if delighted by the idea, raising his hand in a playful wave.

“I’ll come for you soon.”

With that, he slit his palm with his sword. As blood soaked the blade, his form began to fade into mist, like a mirage.

“What are you doing?!”

Rabawin’s sword slashed through the spirit’s figure, but it vanished into smoke, leaving nothing behind. It seemed the spirit had used an artifact to appear—and now to escape.

“Damn it!”

Rabawin cursed, slashing the river in frustration. Then, slapping his cheeks to regain focus, he looked up.

“Search the entire river! Everyone, into the water!”

“Yes, sir!”

The sailors aboard the *Blue Wind* equipped their gear and plunged into the river, diving deep to search for Raon.

“We’re going too. He’s alive—we have to find him.”

“Right. He’s not someone who dies here.”

Martha bit her lip and jumped into the water, followed by Burren and the other members of the Light Wind Division.

“…”

With trembling hands, Runaan clenched her fists tightly before silently diving into the river after them.

—

*Rumble!*

The riverbank where Raon and Roman fought their life-and-death duel had completely transformed.

The land and forest were gone, replaced by an endless expanse of water, like an ocean. The ground had been carved away, leaving the river to flood the barren space.

*Boom!*

The warrior wearing the blue dragon helmet was hurled across the shallow water. He spat black blood from his mouth, his right shoulder shattered and swaying like a broken reed.

“*Heh…*”

Despite his injuries, the warrior stood upright as if the pain didn’t affect him. He grinned as he looked at Glenn, who hadn’t moved a step throughout the battle.

“So this is *flawlessness*? You’ve clearly transcended human limits.”

“And yet you laugh?”

The North-South Union’s leader wiped the blood trickling down his chin, frowning deeply. He too was injured, his complexion pale from exertion.

“How could I not?”

The blue-helmeted warrior chuckled, clapping his hands in amusement.

“I gained enlightenment.”

His gaze lingered on Glenn’s sword, and he scratched his neck, savoring the newfound clarity.

*Boom!*

Just as the warrior raised his black sword, the sky split apart, and Chamber and the Fallen One burst forth. Both mages bore signs of fierce battle, their bodies covered in tattered robes and injuries.

“Damn this cursed mask!”

Chamber cursed, tossing away her torn witch’s hat in frustration.

“Even at your age, you still live up to the name ‘Archmage of Illusions.'”

The Fallen One gave a faint smile, brushing dust from his robe.

“But I see cracks forming. You’re slipping.”

“Funny. I just figured out how to clip your wings.”

Chamber wiggled her fingers, daring him to continue.

“Stand down.”

Glenn stepped beside Chamber, raising his sword. Red lightning crackled along the blade, transforming into a storm of lightning bolts that rained down from the heavens.

*Boom! Boom! Boom!*

The bolts struck the blue-helmeted warrior, the North-South Union’s leader, and the Fallen One, forcing them to cough up blood.

“This ends now.”

“You think so? Hahaha!”

As Glenn prepared to unleash his full strength with Heavenly Tremor, the warrior in the blue dragon helmet clutched his ears, laughing hysterically. His strange laughter echoed across the battlefield, halting the fight momentarily.

“So, it’s come to this after all.”

“What are you talking about…?”

“It’s best if we stop here.”

The warrior gestured dismissively as if tired of the game.

“You won’t leave here alive.”

As Glenn narrowed his eyes and stepped forward, two streaks of golden light fell from the sky.

*Crash!*

The river erupted, forming a massive barrier that separated Zieghart’s forces from their enemies.

“What…?”

Sheryl, lowering her twin swords, looked up to see five radiant figures shining in the dark night sky.

Dragons—every one of them ancient, high-ranking dragons.

*Woooong!*

The largest among them, a massive gold dragon, shimmered as it transformed into a human figure. The dragon lord descended gracefully, placing himself between Glenn and the warrior in the blue dragon helmet.

“Lord.”

Glenn clenched his jaw at the sight of the dragon lord.

“Stop this.”

The dragon lord raised his hand toward both Glenn and the warrior.

“I cannot permit this battle to continue.”

He shook his head, urging them to cease their fight.

“You dragons always appear at times like this.”

Glenn’s lips curled into a bitter smile.

“If you don’t step aside, I’ll cut you down as well.”

“Would you declare war on dragons?”

The dragon lord’s tone sharpened, disbelief flickering in his eyes.

“You were the first to intervene. And I’ll decide when to ascend to the heavens.”

Glenn raised his sword, a radiant light unlike any lightning illuminating the battlefield.

*Whoooom!*

The sheer force of Glenn’s intent radiated an aura of awe and despair, as if a divine swordsmith had forged his blade.

“Is he… insane?”

The dragon lord took a step back in shock. The North-South Union’s leader gritted his teeth, while even the Fallen One’s mask contorted with tension.

“Why not listen to what he has to say first?”

The blue-helmeted warrior stepped forward with a sly grin.

“You showed up here to protect Raon Zieghart, didn’t you?”

With a wicked smile, he traced his finger across his neck.

“He’s dead.”

“……”

Glenn’s red eyes darkened with a tempest of emotions, and for the first time, his sword wavered.

“Lies!”

Sheryl shook her head fiercely.

“Don’t believe him! This is a ploy to escape!”

Roenn narrowed his gaze, equally convinced it was a trick.

“Whether it’s true or not, you’ll know when you see it.”

The warrior shrugged.

“He’s dead where your pirate ship was supposed to meet him.”

Feigning sorrow, the warrior covered his mouth to hide his grin.

“So sad. All the main players are dead.”

“A pirate ship…”

Glenn’s hands trembled as they gripped his sword tighter.

‘Could it be true…?’

The *Blue Wind* was stationed in a hidden area, outside the North-South Union’s reach. If they knew about it, something must have gone wrong.

“If you don’t leave now, you won’t even retrieve his body.”

The blue-helmeted warrior gestured for them to go.

“You can’t fight us like this, old man.”

Chamber exhaled slowly, her voice calm.

“Let’s confirm Raon’s status first. We’ll act after that.”

She summoned her magic, her hands glowing with power.

“…Fine.”

Grinding his teeth, Glenn gave a reluctant nod.

“If anything has happened to Raon, none of you will live to see tomorrow.”

His crimson eyes burned with an unrelenting fury.

“I’ll be waiting.”

The warrior took a step back, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

“Prepare the spell.”

Chamber closed her eyes, and a massive magic circle rose from the water, engulfing Zieghart’s warriors and the Balkar mages.

*Woooong!*

With a snap of her fingers, the circle activated, and the group disappeared in a flash of light.

“Phew.”

The blue-helmeted warrior, Derus Robert, let out a whistle, smiling in amusement.

“Is Raon Zieghart really dead?”

The North-South Union leader approached, his gaze sharp.

“Yes. He’s definitely dead.”

Derus rubbed the back of his hand, nodding with certainty.

“Then why let Glenn Zieghart go? This was the perfect chance to kill him!”

The North-South Union leader clenched his fists in frustration.

“No. Attacking him now would be suicide. Letting them go was the right call.”

The Fallen One nodded, understanding Derus’s reasoning.

“Smart as always.”

Derus chuckled, tapping his temple.

“I never intended to kill Glenn today. Not that we could, anyway.”

“Then why fight him?”

“To sharpen the blade.”

“The blade?”

“Yes. Now that it’s sharpened…”

Derus ran his hand along the edge of his black sword, his grin widening.

“All that’s left is to strike.”

*Boom!*

The joint forces of Zieghart and Balkar materialized as glowing light in front of the pirate ship *Blue Wind*.

“Hm…”

Glenn narrowed his gaze, scanning the river, where only fragments of broken planks floated. Faint presences could still be sensed beneath the water’s surface.

“L-Lord!”

Rabawin, standing in the water and breathing heavily, lowered his head toward Glenn. His eyes wavered, reflecting waves of anxiety.

“What happened? Where is Raon?”

Descending to face Rabawin directly, Glenn wasted no time bringing up Raon’s name.

“While we were transporting him, we were ambushed… The one who wore a Baphomet mask, using a teleportation artifact, appeared suddenly…”

Rabawin hastily recounted the events that unfolded.

“…After the ambush, they claimed that Young Master Raon was dead and disappeared.”

Rabawin bowed his head further, shame coloring his expression.

“His heart was pierced, and the aura was detonated inside?”

Sheryl clenched her teeth audibly. If her heart had been pierced, even she wouldn’t have survived a detonated aura.

“Yes. But we believe Raon couldn’t have died that easily, which is why we are still searching…”

“Tell them all to come up.”

“Y-yes!”

Rabawin dove back into the water and released a message through aura. Soon, members of the Light Wind Division and the crew of *Blue Wind* emerged to the surface.

Their faces, soaked in tears and river water, reflected deep sorrow.

“Haaah…”

“Urgh…”

Rimmer, Burren, Martha, and Runaan were the last to surface. Their faces were pale as if they had not seen sunlight for days.

“L-Lord…”

“Step aside.”

Glenn stepped forward, raising his right hand.

*Rumble!*

His intent surged like an eruption, lifting the entire river into a massive sphere of water, suspended in mid-air.

“I’ll handle this.”

Chamber pressed her hands together, creating a mana barrier to prevent the water from refilling the empty space below.

“Go down!”

Without waiting for breath, Rimmer leapt into the exposed riverbed. The rest of the Light Wind Division followed, continuing the search.

“…”

Glenn’s gaze scanned the riverbed as he kept the water aloft.

‘He’s not here.’

The ground was covered only in mud, rocks, and debris. The scattered bones of monsters and humans lay around, but none of them could belong to Raon.

‘Raon!’

You are not someone who would die here!

*Rumble!*

Grinding his teeth, Glenn lifted even more water from the river, exposing a larger area. His internal injuries surfaced from the exertion, and blood dripped from his mouth—but he refused to halt his efforts.

“I don’t see him,” Chamber muttered, biting her lip. “I’ve checked everywhere.”

“…Ah.”

Martha let out a soft groan as her gaze landed on a red dagger glinting on the riverbed. It was Raon’s *Soul Requiem Sword*, with its sheath cracked open.

“T-this…”

Trembling, she picked up the damaged sword and brought it to Glenn.

“This is Raon’s sword.”

“…”

Glenn stared at the shattered sheath, closing his eyes briefly.

This wasn’t the result of the sword hitting the ground—it had been struck with immense force from the outside, breaking the sheath.

*Crack!*

Blood trickled from Glenn’s hand as he gripped the *Soul Requiem Sword* tightly.

His emotions spread through his aura, evaporating the water suspended in the air. The heat of his fury began radiating from the riverbed.

“Sheryl.”

Wiping the blood from his lips, Glenn turned toward her.

“Call for a council meeting. The agenda…”

He clenched his jaw as he stared at the moonless sky.

“…is the annihilation of the North-South Union. No, the destruction of the Five Demons.”

His voice left no room for compromise. Glenn didn’t care about consequences—his resolve was absolute.

“L-Lord!”

Rimmer knelt before Glenn, desperation in his eyes.

“Raon isn’t dead! I know it!”

“That’s right! He’s not someone who would die like this!”

“That bastard isn’t dead!”

“He’s alive!”

Burren, Martha, and Runaan nodded fervently, urging Glenn to continue the search.

“…”

After a long silence, Glenn closed and then reopened his eyes.

“We’ll continue searching. But we cannot remain idle.”

He couldn’t let go of the child who only wanted to grow stronger—the boy who confidently promised to elevate Sylvia’s status, the child who had never received a single moment of affection from his grandfather.

“The council will convene…”

His voice dripped with unrelenting rage.

*Rumble!*

The waves parted, and a familiar figure emerged. Sword Demon Rektor stepped forward, sensing the chaotic tension in the air. He clenched his lips as unease crept into his gaze.

“What is the meaning of this?”

“…”

Glenn and Rektor’s eyes locked, a fierce exchange of emotions passing between them.