The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 715

The swordsmen of the Light Wind Division did not stop their advance. With overwhelming force, they tore through the brigands and bandits, making their way into the headquarters of the North-South Union.

“Kill the ones trying to flee! Don’t leave a single one alive!”

At the forefront of the Light Wind Formation, Martha unleashed her Titan aura. Her sword strikes, infused with the winds of the Light Wind Style, effortlessly cut down the martial artists of the North-South Union.

“This is enemy territory. Keep your excitement in check.”

Burren, though displaying his anger, maintained the center of the Light Wind Formation.

He summoned a sharp wind, slitting the throats of North-South Union assassins sneaking up on them.

*Swish!*

Runaan, as always, remained silent, focusing solely on wielding her sword.

Each time her beloved sword, Snow Flower, traced a graceful line, the bodies of the brigands froze white and were torn apart.

“Graaah!”

“M-Monsters…”

“How can they be this strong when they’ve only just reached adulthood?”

Led by the three captains and Mark Gorton, the charge of the Light Wind Division forced the North-South Union martial artists to retreat repeatedly amidst screams and groans.

*Boom!*

As the swordsmen of the Light Wind Division began to demolish the buildings, elderly martial artists exuding an ominous aura emerged from within.

They were the elders who had once held the positions of chief and vice-chief of the North-South Union.

“You brats… Don’t you know the meaning of moderation?”

“Even a pup knows when not to wet itself.”

“How dare you… You weren’t even born when I retired.”

The elders of the North-South Union, their foreheads deeply wrinkled, ground their teeth.

Though few in number, each one possessed immense power.

“Push forward.”

Despite sensing the overwhelming force of the elders, Burren did not retreat. Instead, he summoned the chilling wind once more.

“They are not opponents we cannot defeat.”

Raon had always shown the way by fighting and winning against the strong.

That lesson was deeply ingrained in the minds of the Light Wind Division.

“Of course!”

Martha nodded, activating her berserker mode to its peak. She charged at one of the elders, bringing her sword down without hesitation.

*Boom!*

The Titan aura, now three times stronger, made the elder’s knees tremble as if they would buckle.

“You wretched brat!”

The elder glared at Martha in disbelief.

“Wretched brat?”

Martha sneered, raising the corners of her lips.

“Even this ‘wretched brat’ knows how disgraceful it is to ambush after a life-and-death duel. But it seems you bandits don’t.”

She roared, driving the elder back.

*Splat!*

The elder, overwhelmed by Martha’s ferocity, failed to block her strike. A crimson gash appeared on his chest, blood gushing out.

“Ugh… Y-You…”

“You don’t even deserve to die honorably.”

Martha bit her lip as she slashed the elder’s throat, grimacing at the sight of blood pooling on the ground.

‘Damn it. Raon Zieghart!’

You promised to find my mother! How could you die like that!

Biting her trembling lip with her fangs, Martha rushed toward the elder standing at the center.

*Whoosh!*

Runaan thrust Snow Flower toward the elder with the eyepatch.

“Ugh… How is this frost…?”

Unable to withstand the freezing aura within Snow Flower, the elder’s hands became frostbitten, and he staggered backward.

“……”

Runaan narrowed her eyes as she watched the biting cold bloom from Snow Flower.

‘I’ve grown stronger.’

She could feel it—the barrier had been broken, and she had reached a higher level.

Not just her, but the entire Light Wind Division had crossed that wall into a new realm.

But there was no joy. The person with whom they should have shared that sense of accomplishment was gone.

*Whoooosh!*

Like painting a picture, Runaan drew out a long arc with Snow Flower. Frost buds bloomed along the pristine blade, scattering into dozens of fragments.

*Whooosh!*

The frosty flowers, modeled after Raon’s flame technique, enveloped the battlefield, freezing the limbs of the elders solid.

“H-Huh?”

“W-What is this?”

“This is madness…”

The elders of the North-South Union gasped as they saw their arms and legs frozen stiff.

Even summoning their aura could not dispel the vicious cold.

*Sssshhhk!*

Runaan sliced the throat of the eyepatched elder, raising Snow Flower, now drenched in blood.

“Let’s go!”

Her fierce shout reignited the burning resolve in the eyes of the Light Wind Division swordsmen.

“Follow the captains!”

“Avenge Raon!”

Thanks to the three captains, the fear of the elders dissipated, and the swordsmen unleashed their full strength.

*Splat!*

Sylvia sliced down an elder who had been preparing to launch a qi attack from the right, straightening her posture.

Watching the young swordsmen charge forward like raging bulls, Sylvia bit her lip.

‘The Light Wind Division…’

Seeing the children of the Light Wind Division, who embodied everything Raon stood for, the burning rage in her heart subsided, giving way to cold rationality.

The Light Wind Division was living proof that Raon had existed in this world.

Not wanting to see any of them die, she abandoned her pursuit of Beorn and instead circled the battlefield, eliminating nearby threats.

*Boom!*

As the Zieghart swordsmen began to take control of the North-South Union’s headquarters, the door of a three-story building on the right burst open, and Helgrum, the vice-chief, emerged.

“Raon Zieghart! That damned bastard is the cause of all this!”

He tore off his blood-soaked bandages, grinding his teeth furiously.

“If not for him killing the Axe King, the head elder, and Rektor, we wouldn’t be suffering this one-sided defeat!”

Helgrum stomped in fury, placing all the blame on Raon.

“Ugh…”

Sylvia’s eyes reddened with blood as she bit her lip.

“It’s all your fault! I’ll kill you!”

In a rare display of lost composure, Burren charged at Helgrum. Just as he was about to swing his wind sword, Karoon blocked his way.

“F-Father?”

Burren trembled, staring at Karoon’s sunken eyes.

“Even if your heart burns with rage, keep your mind cool. This is a battlefield.”

Karoon shook his head, his voice dry.

“No matter how wounded he is, he is not your match.”

“He’s mine.”

Aris nodded as she approached from behind.

“Sylvia. Leave that old man to me.”

She patted Sylvia’s trembling shoulder and stood before Helgrum.

“You’ve been running a lot. Are you really a transcendent? You’re more like a coward.”

Aris twirled her finger at Helgrum playfully.

“If not for the injuries I got from that Sword Demon, I would’ve killed you in one blow!”

Helgrum’s fierce gaze burned as he blamed his condition.

“While you were getting beaten by that old man, I was fighting the First Apostle.”

Aris snorted dismissively.

“You’re just weak.”

“Shut up!”

“Now that you have nowhere to run, let’s finish this.”

Aris placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, pushing her right shoulder forward.

“Fine!”

Helgrum lowered his spear, gripping it with both hands.

The blue flames of his aura ignited along the spearhead, tearing through the surrounding buildings.

“Die!”

As he thrust the spear, a blue vortex emerged, enveloping Aris. Her skin split, and crimson blood splattered out.

Even as the terrifying spear strike landed, Aris did not retreat. She stepped forward with her left foot, and as her sword slid out from its sheath, a colorless dimension unfolded along the blade.

***

*Boom!*

From Glenn’s Heavenly Tremor, lightning surged skyward, piercing through the heavens.

It wasn’t just swordsmanship—it was a force of nature. Bolts of lightning tore through the surroundings, sweeping away everything in their path.

*Whoooosh!*

Dranos summoned four water dragons with his Sea Spirit Spear.

He had perfected a new realm of spear techniques, blending his self-taught martial skills with the magic imbued in the Sea Spirit Spear.

*Roaaaar!*

As Glenn’s sword and Dranos’ spear clashed, a black line stretched between the heavens and the river.

The immense waves of aura tore through space itself.

*Crackle!*

But the evenly matched struggle didn’t last long. Glenn’s lightning flashed even brighter, swallowing Dranos’ water dragons whole.

“Urgh!”

Like a bird with torn wings, Dranos plummeted, skidding backward across the river’s surface. Each step he took caused water to explode upward like a detonation.

*Ssshhhhh!*

Glenn stepped into the air. Using the perfected Supreme Harmony Steps, he appeared right in front of Dranos the instant he decided to move, thrusting his sword forward.

It was a movement that transcended the concept of martial arts.

But Dranos, being the master of the North-South Union, possessed power beyond ordinary perception.

With rapid reflexes, he twisted his Sea Spirit Spear, deflecting the trajectory of Glenn’s sword.

As Glenn and Dranos collided at unimaginable speeds, red and blue lights spread across the sky and earth.

*Boom!*

The sound arrived only after the aura waves dispersed. The two transcendent beings were fighting in a realm faster than sound itself.

*Rumble!*

The river rose on its own, summoning a storm, and dark clouds swelled in the sky, blotting out the sun.

It was a scene as if the world was ending.

*Crash!*

Glenn’s downward slash forced Dranos to his knees, pushing him backward until his feet dipped into the river.

“Urgh…!”

Dranos trembled as he gripped his Sea Spirit Spear, biting his lip until it bled.

“You think it’ll end like this!?”

He twirled the spear, and six water dragons erupted from the four spearheads, covering the sky and river.

“Even if I die, I’ll take you with me!”

“Sword Realm Manifestation.”

Ignoring Dranos’ threats, Glenn raised his Thunderclap Sword.

“Flawless Execution.”

His low voice didn’t change the world or alter the sun and moon.

The only thing that changed was Glenn himself—transcending martial arts and becoming a divine sword.

A presence so overwhelming spread out that it seemed as if Glenn was the only being that existed in the world.

“Not that again!”

Dranos groaned in frustration, thrusting the Sea Spirit Spear.

The six summoned water dragons surged with terrifying aura, coiling around Glenn’s entire body.

*Ssss…*

Faced with a spear strike capable of erasing his very existence, Glenn calmly raised his lightning-infused sword.

“Thunder Fang.”

With Glenn’s cold voice, a crimson slash extended. Lightning spread along the horizon, slicing the six water dragons into nothing.

“Not yet!”

Dranos leaned forward, swinging his spear. The blue aura that enveloped the spearhead absorbed all the surrounding river water and shot toward Glenn.

*Rumble!*

The overwhelming pressure made Glenn’s body flicker like a mirage. It was as if the entire river bore the intent to kill him.

“Dimensional Severance.”

Within the crushing pressure that could make even a transcendent struggle to lift a finger, Glenn swung his lightning-infused sword.

Like a divine sword descending from the heavens, his graceful slash split the tidal wave of blue aura—and the headquarters of the North-South Union behind it—in two.

“This ends now.”

His gaze was cold, as if he had already decided the outcome.

“Ugh…”

Dranos coughed up blood, stunned by the impact of Thunder Fang and Dimensional Severance. Yet, he didn’t collapse—instead, he unleashed the last of his strength in an explosive burst.

*Boom!*

He thrust the Sea Spirit Spear into the center of the river, summoning a towering pillar of water that connected the sky and river.

Gathering every bit of his remaining power, he condensed a massive orb of aura.

“End? No! This is your end!”

Infused with both Dranos’ energy and the river’s essence, the orb surged forward with overwhelming light.

The impact created scars in space itself, as if tearing apart the fabric of reality.

*Whoooosh!*

Facing Dranos’ ultimate attack, Glenn swung his lightning blade once more.

“Heavenly Tremor.”

—

At that exact moment, aboard a half-destroyed warship, a figure slowly lifted his head.

A helmet shaped like a blue dragon, devouring light, covered his face.

Derus Robert.

He had never left the battlefield.

Circling around Glenn, hidden in the shadows, he had waited for the one perfect chance to strike.

Suppressing his presence with the aura of death, Derus had endured the overwhelming aura waves of the transcendent duel.

All for this single, narrow opportunity.

‘For this moment.’

Derus silently glided through the river, sword raised, cloaked in the aura of death.

‘This is my first and last chance.’

He knew from experience—Glenn Zieghart was a flawless warrior.

Especially with his Sword Field Creation: Flawless Execution, which was so perfect it could be called invincible.

‘But…’

That perfection was also a flaw.

When Glenn unleashed the Heavenly Tremor, he concentrated every ounce of his strength and spirit into his strike.

That moment was the only time the Thunder God could be slain.

*Sssshhh…*

Derus slipped into Glenn’s blind spot, his presence hidden amidst the battlefield’s chaotic energy.

Glenn’s eyes shifted back, only now realizing Derus’ presence.

‘But…’

It was too late.

Glenn was still in the middle of executing the Heavenly Tremor against Dranos.

Even with a second—or even a fraction of a second—he would have been able to change the direction of his strike.

But there was no such moment left.

*Ssssshhhhh!*

Derus thrust his sword, burning with the aura of death, straight toward Glenn’s heart.

It was a flawless ambush, executed even better than he had envisioned.

‘It’s over.’

Just as Derus curled his lips into a triumphant smile—

*Whoooosh!*

A pure white blade surged up from the river beneath Glenn’s feet.

Raon Zieghart.

The swordsman who had returned from death once again faced death head-on.

Golden flames burned along the blade of the Heavenly Drive, destined to guide the heavens.

“Sword Field Creation– Genesis Blade.”

Like the moment in ancient times when darkness was erased and the heavens were opened, the radiant golden brilliance illuminated the entire river.

*Roaaaaaar!*

(TL Note: Raon’s like SURPRISE MADAFAKAH!! This is soooo peak!)