The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 716

**30 Minutes Earlier.**

The moment Raon sensed the waves of aura rising from the upper reaches of the Label River, he suppressed his presence.

*Whoooosh!*

He compressed the energies of *Ten Thousand Flames Art* and *Glacier* into his core, using the *Ring of Fire* to suppress even his spiritual presence.

‘How about this?’

Raon gestured toward Wrath, who was mumbling about wanting mint chocolate.

– *Haaa, still far from enough.*

Wrath shook his head in disapproval.

– *This might work on someone around your level, but real transcendents like that old man Nadine would find you immediately.*

Even in the midst of battle, Wrath licked his lips, saying that they would notice him without fail.

‘It can’t be helped.’

Raon turned his gaze toward Garam, who was peeking his head out.

“Garam, I need your help.”

“Sure! Don’t worry!”

Garam gave a firm nod, spreading his webbed fingers.

Light emanated from his palm, connecting with the river and releasing a blue mist that gently spread outward.

*Whooooosh!*

The mist, guided by the young member of the Azure Clan, wrapped around Raon, dyeing him the same color as the river.

“Huh…”

Raon exhaled, looking at his now transparent arm, shimmering like sunlight on water.

‘This is insane.’

Garam’s spell didn’t just create camouflage; it suppressed his entire presence to the point it was buried deep into the ground.

His aura was now smaller than that of an ant.

It was no wonder Merlin and the undead legions couldn’t detect him earlier—this water-based spell was the reason.

‘How about now?’

– *This brat is quite the wonder.*

Wrath widened his eyes in amazement.

– *With this level of concealment, even that old man Glenn would have trouble finding you unless he was fully focused.*

Wrath shook his head, admitting that even Glenn might struggle to locate Raon during a battlefield like this.

‘That’s Garam for you.’

Raon lightly tapped Wrath on the forehead before descending into the river.

Preparations were complete. It was time to enter the battlefield.

“Let’s go, Garam.”

“Alright.”

Garam grabbed Raon’s hand and guided him swiftly through the river.

Thanks to Garam’s water spell, they reached the battlefield between Zieghart and the North-South Union without even needing to use aura.

*Whoooooom.*

Raon activated the *Eye of Wrath* instead of aura to survey the battlefield.

Zieghart’s swordsmen were pushing the North-South Union back with overwhelming force.

It was no exaggeration to say that Zieghart dominated the battlefield.

– *My subordinates are there!*

‘Burren, Martha, Runaan…’

At Wrath’s words, Raon shifted his gaze toward the interior of the North-South Union’s headquarters, where he spotted the three captains of the Light Wind Division.

Burren, Martha, and Runaan were sweeping through the enemy, radiating a chillingly ferocious energy. The Light Wind Division swordsmen followed their lead, slaughtering their opponents without mercy.

He could feel how much everyone had grown stronger.

‘Is it because of me?’

As Raon pondered this strange thought, his eyes landed on a blonde woman with sorrowful eyes, standing protectively beside the Light Wind Division.

– *That’s our mother!*

‘M-Mother? Why is she…?’

It was Sylvia. She should have been in Zieghart, yet here she was, protecting the Light Wind Division.

Raon’s heart pounded as if it would explode.

– *It’s all your fault! Why did you sleep for so long!?*

‘…’

He wanted to run to her, to hold her grieving hands, but now wasn’t the time. There was something he absolutely had to do.

*Zzzzt.*

Raon bit his lip until it bled, tearing his gaze away. He clenched his fist as he watched Glenn and Dranos crossing swords in the middle of the river.

‘I have to get there.’

If Derus Robert was on this battlefield, he would already be lying in wait, ready to strike the moment Glenn showed an opening.

Because Raon was slower, he needed to be prepared in advance.

Suppressing the urge to reunite with Sylvia and the Light Wind Division, Raon nodded toward Garam.

“Let’s go.”

“Okay.”

Garam nodded and led him toward the battlefield where Glenn and Dranos were fighting.

*Rumble!*

Even underwater, the pressure from the transcendent beings’ aura waves felt like it was crushing Raon’s entire body.

Without Garam’s water spell, Raon might have lost a limb or two by now.

‘Are you okay?’

‘I’m fine.’

Though Garam was clearly in pain, he smiled as if it didn’t bother him.

– *That girl Garam has grown a lot.*

For the first time, Wrath used Garam’s name properly, nodding in approval.

– *When we first met, she was just a frightened kid. Now look at her.*

Wrath smiled faintly, a rare expression of pride.

‘I’m sorry.’

Raon gripped Garam’s shoulder, feeling a wave of guilt—not just toward Garam, but toward Sylvia, the Light Wind Division, Glenn, and all of Zieghart’s swordsmen.

But now wasn’t the time to apologize.

‘We have to stop Derus.’

This wasn’t just about revenge.

If they let Derus escape, the entire Six Kings faction would continue to be manipulated. They had to kill him or at least gather enough evidence to expose him.

*Rumble!*

As Glenn and Dranos fought with their full strength, the oppressive waves of aura became unbearable.

Raon felt blood seep from his uninjured chest, as if his body was tearing itself apart.

‘Endure it.’

Clenching Garam’s hand, Raon struggled to hold on. Then, he saw it—Glenn activating the *Sword Field Creation*.

‘It’s time.’

Wrapping tension around his entire body, Raon slowly drew his sword, the *Heavenly Drive*.

***

Dranos faltered under the crushing force of *Thunder Fang* and *Dimensional Severance*.

*Whoooooom!*

The moment Glenn raised his sword for the final strike, Raon unleashed the full force of his aura, bursting out of the water.

‘If you react after seeing it, it’s too late.’

Derus would wait until the exact moment Glenn used his *Heavenly Tremor*.

Since Derus was faster, Raon needed to predict his move and swing his sword first.

*Zzzzt!*

As Raon neared the surface, he sensed the aura of death rushing toward Glenn’s back.

Just as expected, Derus was making his move during Glenn’s final attack.

*Sword Field Creation – Genesis Blade.*

In the instant Derus’ blade aimed for Glenn’s heart, Raon opened his upper core, pouring out every bit of his energy and martial arts mastery.

*Boom!*

A golden dawn, radiant with life, blocked the blade imbued with the aura of death.

*Rooaaar!*

Scarlet waves erupted between the clashing swords, tearing through reality and creating dark fractures in the air.

“H-How!?”

Derus’ eyes, visible through his dragon-shaped helmet, trembled violently.

“This ends here.”

Channeling the fury he felt from Derus’ shock, Raon poured it into the *Genesis Blade*.

*Boom!*

But the aura of death surrounding Derus was too strong. Even with the ambush, Raon couldn’t hold on for long.

Black blood spilled from his mouth, and pain shot through his limbs as if they were being torn off.

‘Just a little more… Just hold on a bit longer!’

He turned his gaze toward Glenn, locking eyes with him.

Even in the midst of surprise, Glenn understood Raon’s intention and twisted his wrist.

*Whooooosh!*

The direction of the *Heavenly Tremor* shifted, no longer aimed solely at Dranos, but at the space between Dranos and Derus.

“Urgh!”

“You’re not getting away.”

As Derus tried to retreat, Raon stepped forward.

*Clang!*

Flames and frost erupted from the *Genesis Blade*, sweeping over Derus’ entire body.

—

“The Thunder God drowns in the river, and the burning sword is shattered…”

Ariel, the Tragedy Monarch, crossed her arms, reciting the prophecy from the Song of Sun and Moon about Glenn’s death and Zieghart’s downfall.

“So, is accepting his proposal the right choice after all?”

The man in the blue dragon helmet hadn’t just sold information—he had offered a proposal to the Hundred Sects.

At the time, it had seemed too risky to accept. But now, with Glenn’s death seemingly imminent, it might be the only option.

“The time has come to prepare.”

Just as Ariel reached this conclusion and closed the prophecy book, the blood painting Glenn’s and Zieghart’s downfall began to stir.

The blood swirled, forming the face of a demon with sunken blue eyes and horns protruding from its head.

*Zzzzt!*

The blood twisted into the shape of a demon’s long, torn mouth before ripping through the pages of the *Song of Sun and Moon* and spilling outward.

“Huff!”

Ariel’s lips quivered as she stared at the chaotic mess the blood had left on her desk.

“T-This is…”

In her entire life, she had witnessed this only once before—when she tried to read Raon Zieghart’s destiny.

‘He saved him!’

Seeing the torn pages of the *Song of Sun and Moon*, she realized it: the supposedly dead Raon had saved Glenn Zieghart from death.

“Aah…”

A cold chill ran down her spine, and sweat poured from her body.

“Raon Zieghart…”

Ariel collapsed to the floor, her teeth clattering uncontrollably.

“Just… what are you?”

—

Raon slowly lifted his heavy head, gazing toward the space where Glenn’s *Heavenly Tremor* had passed through.

Dranos leaned heavily on his Sea Spirit Spear, his upper body drenched in blood. Derus Robert lay nearby, his abdomen torn open and gushing blood.

However, his blue dragon helmet bore only a small crack, still concealing his face.

“Raon…”

Glenn tried to reach out toward Raon, but dark blood spilled from his mouth. The strain of redirecting the *Heavenly Tremor* had left him with serious internal injuries.

“You… you survived…”

More than the pain from his wounds, Glenn was overwhelmed with relief at Raon’s survival, his lips trembling.

Everyone in the North-South Union headquarters stared in shock.

Tears streamed from Sylvia, Martha, and Yua’s eyes. Rimmer and Burren shouted something incomprehensible, while Runaan and Mark Gorton bit their lips silently.

In the stillness of the halted battle, all eyes turned toward Raon.

“I… woke up just a little while ago.”

Feeling the waves of emotions coming from the Zieghart swordsmen, Raon offered a sheepish smile.

“I’ll explain everything later. For now, let’s deal with our enemies.”

With that, he turned his gaze toward Dranos and Derus.

‘This situation is delicate.’

Both he and Glenn were seriously injured, but their opponents were in even worse condition. The side that recovered first would gain the upper hand.

“Yes, let’s end this.”

Glenn wiped the blood from his lips and gave a firm nod.

“You’re… alive?”

Derus scoffed in disbelief.

“How is that possible?”

“I had some good friends.”

Raon forced strength into his trembling hands, barely able to hold the *Genesis Blade*.

‘Wait… that scar…’

He noticed a cross-shaped scar on the back of Derus’ hand.

The vertical cut was fresh, but the horizontal one wasn’t—it had been there for a long time.

‘No way…’

The sight of that scar triggered a memory from his previous life—when he’d briefly remained conscious after his neck had been severed, he had seen that exact mark on Derus’ hand.

“You… you said you would kill him!”

Dranos glared at Derus, grinding his teeth in frustration.

“How could you let him survive!?”

“I didn’t know he’d still be alive,” Derus muttered, exhaling a ragged breath as he stared at Raon.

“But we still have a chance.”

Derus glanced upward, frowning deeply.

“Are you going to just sit back and watch? This is the only chance to kill Glenn Zieghart!”

As Derus’ shout echoed, the cloudy sky split open, and a radiant fallen angel descended.

“I foresaw Glenn Zieghart’s death, yet things have taken this unexpected turn…”

The Fallen One stared down at Raon, his expression filled with incomprehension.

“But it is undeniable—this is our last chance.”

As The Fallen One opened his hand, masked and helmeted officials from the North-South Union emerged from the void.

*Whoooosh!*

At the same time, a blood portal opened above the river, and the White Blood Cult’s leader appeared, draped in a pure white dress, accompanied by her apostles.

“I waited to witness Glenn Zieghart’s death. And now, it seems he is within my grasp.”

The cult leader licked her lips, her eyes glowing white. Her apostles radiated thick bloodlust as they moved to block the Zieghart swordsmen.

“Finish them quickly! We can’t give them any time!”

Derus, now visibly uneasy that his perfect plan had gone awry, gestured frantically.

*Whoooom!*

Derus, the cult leader, The Fallen One, and the North-South Union’s leader all charged simultaneously, their combined forces surging toward Glenn and Raon like a tidal wave.

*Boom!*

Even if Glenn had been uninjured, it would have been nearly impossible to withstand the overwhelming onslaught.

Suddenly, an emerald wave surged upward, tearing through space itself.

“I knew this would happen.”

A clear, melodic voice echoed as a blue dimension opened.

Chamber, the Archmage of Illusion, wearing an even larger witch’s hat than before, emerged, diverting the attacks of the fallen angel and the North-South Union’s leader into another dimension.

*Swoooosh!*

On the opposite side, the sound of hooves resounded as a black flash streaked through the battlefield.

King Lecross, the master of the black steed, slashed through the air, dispelling Derus’ death aura and cutting through the bloodlust of the White Blood Cult’s leader.

“The name *Five Demons* is utterly disgraceful.”

Lecross glared coldly at the leaders of the demonic factions.

“Chamber! Lecross!”

The White Blood Cult leader bit her lip as she stared at the two transcendent beings standing before Glenn and Raon.

“Damn…”

Derus trembled, struggling to keep his composure as he witnessed the arrival of these powerful reinforcements.

“How…?”

“We expected trash like you to pull something,” Chamber sneered, clapping her hands together.

“And we’re not done yet.”

The mana around the Label River coalesced, opening yet another dimension.

*Whoooosh!*

Emerging from the newly opened dimension, Ogram and Garona stepped onto the riverbank. (TL Note: This is giving me Dr. Strange’s vibe in Avenger’s Endgame where he summoned everyone through portals. Goosebumps!!)

“Raon!”

Ogram raised his fist high, grinning broadly.

“I knew you weren’t dead!”

He promised to take care of the battle from here on, his laughter booming.

*Whoooom!*

Each time a new dimension opened, knights from the Owen Kingdom and mages from Balkan formed ranks on the battlefield.

Lastly, the elves from Cyan and Sephia descended gracefully, landing softly on the river.

*Splat!*

A droplet of water bounced from Cyan’s hand, slowly expanding into the shape of a massive goddess.

With hair flowing like rivers, the water spirit queen descended onto the Label River, her face radiating kindness.

“Raon! Summon Ifrit!”

From atop the water spirit queen’s hand, Cyan called for Ifrit’s summoning.

“Ifrit.”

As Raon reached forward, envisioning Ifrit, crimson flames ignited behind him, forming a towering figure.

*Fwoooosh!*

A strikingly handsome man with fiery red hair strode forward, sweeping aside the blazing flames.

*Hissss!*

The water vaporized under the heat of the Fire Spirit King’s presence.

“Are those the ones who dared lay hands on my brother?”

Ifrit bared his teeth, exuding murderous intent as flames rippled fiercely around him.

“Light Wind Division!”

At Rimmer’s shout, the Light Wind Division swordsmen stomped the ground in unison.

“Protect the Leader!”

Burren, Martha, Runaan, and the rest of the Light Wind Division charged forward, executing the Light Wind Style at full force.

“Raon!”

“Nephew!”

Sylvia and Aris dashed forward, taking positions at Raon’s side like bolts of lightning.

*Boom!*

Before anyone knew it, an overwhelming force—strong enough to be called the mightiest in the continent—had gathered around Raon and Glenn.

“W-What is this!?”

The White Blood Cult leader bit her crimson lips as she surveyed the army surrounding her.

“We… we took the wrong bait.”

The Fallen One sighed, shaking his head.

“Damn it…”

The North-South Union leader’s hands trembled as he clutched his Sea Spirit Spear.

“……”

Derus, his eyes glowing with murderous intent, scanned for any chance of escape.

“Let’s show them.”

Raon glanced at the allies surrounding him, then turned toward his enemies—the ones tied to his past life.

“Show them the price of crossing the Six Kings!”

(TL Note: Damn! Easily my top 1 chapter. This is sooooo freaking amazing!!!)