The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 718

“Hah…”

Raon exhaled a rough breath, lowering the *Genesis Blade*. The sensation of the kill still lingered in his hands. It was his *Skybound Harmony* that had severed Dranos’s neck.

“T-This can’t be…”

Dranos clutched his throat, his lips quivering in disbelief.

“I put everything I had into that strike… How…?”

Even though he had staked his life on the attack, he had failed to block Raon’s sword. It was beyond comprehension.

“To think… that I’d be brought down by a mere brat like you…!”

Just as he cursed and glared at Raon, the wound on his neck, barely held together by sheer willpower, burst open.

“Damn it…”

Blood sprayed from Dranos’s throat, and his severed head tumbled onto the riverbank, where water met stone.

*Thud!*

His lifeless body collapsed forward, turning the clear river red.

The reign of Dranos, the King of Thieves, who had ruled the Terrukan Mountains and the Label River, wielding massive influence across the continent, had come to an end at the hands of Raon.

The battlefield fell into stunned silence, the waves of aura that had rippled across it now stilled. All eyes turned toward Raon.

“Raon…”

Sylvia’s trembling hands, still gripping her sword, lowered as she let out a long sigh of relief.

She cared little that Dranos was dead; all that mattered was that Raon was alive.

“That crazy brat walks in and steals the spotlight again?”

Martha, blinking away tears, gave her fist a frustrated shake.

“He always takes the best parts for himself.”

Burren chuckled, feeling for the first time that things were back to normal.

“Handsome Raon!”

Runaan blinked her wide eyes, seeming to regain her usual dreamy demeanor.

“That’s my nephew!”

Aris, fighting off the North-South Union’s deputy leader, Helgrum, gave Raon a thumbs-up.

With Dranos dead, both the Light Wind Division and the Zieghart swordsmen found renewed confidence, their blades carrying the firm, unwavering spirit of the North.

“M-Master!”

Helgrum’s jaw trembled as he stared at Dranos’s lifeless body.

“No… No way…”

“Master Dranos!”

“He can’t be dead… not here, not in this river!”

The officials and thieves of the North-South Union couldn’t tear their eyes away from Dranos’s corpse, unable to accept what had happened.

“That fool!”

The White Blood Cult leader clenched her teeth, glaring at Dranos’s severed head.

“Your turn’s next!”

“You’re getting squashed like a mosquito!”

Lecross and Ogram surged into the cult leader’s space, their powerful attacks closing in on her.

“Ugh…”

The cult leader trembled as their strikes forced her back, slamming her into a tree.

“Hah… this is looking worse and worse.”

The Fallen One clicked his tongue as he glanced at the battered cult leader.

“Maybe worry about yourself first!”

The Archmage of Illusion, chewing loudly on her candy, cast a mana net, suppressing the Fallen One’s control over his magic.

“Hmm…”

The Fallen One squinted at the approaching net.

“This will take some time to untangle.”

He clicked his tongue in annoyance, his eyes darting around for a solution.

“Who said you’d get the chance? You’re dying in that net.”

The Archmage unleashed crimson and blue orbs, hurtling them toward the net enveloping the Fallen One.

*Boom!*

Meanwhile, Derus Robert, unfazed by Dranos’s death, dodged Ifrit’s flames and Elraim’s water waves with eerie calmness, as if waiting for something.

“Raon Zieghart!”

Helgrum turned away from his fallen master, launching himself at Raon with a desperate leap.

“I’ll kill you!”

“Oh no, you don’t!”

Aris leapt through space, appearing beside Helgrum.

*Slash!*

Her spatial slash severed his right arm in an instant.

“Argh!”

Helgrum screamed, collapsing forward, dark blood spilling from his mouth.

“Finally showing an opening.”

Aris drove her sword into his back without hesitation.

“Ugh…”

Helgrum’s spear slipped from his hand as he fell, unable to reach Raon.

*Step.*

Raon approached the fallen Helgrum, looking down at him.

“I… I will never forgive you…”

“Forgive me? Who do you think you are?”

Raon tilted his head coldly.

“You insulted Roman, attacked me—all your choices.”

“Ah…”

Helgrum’s lips trembled under Raon’s indifferent gaze.

“It wasn’t us who destroyed the North-South Union—it was you. Your downfall was self-inflicted.”

With a bitter smile, Raon brought down the *Genesis Blade*.

“Ah…”

Helgrum let out a final breath, his head falling lifelessly. Like Dranos, he died with his eyes open.

“…I’m sorry.”

Raon bowed his head to Aris.

“I couldn’t stand how he kept blaming others.”

Helgrum’s insults toward Roman, who had honorably accepted defeat, infuriated Raon more than the attack on himself.

– *Damn it all!*

Wrath howled toward the sky, his face flushed with rage.

‘Why are you shouting all of a sudden?’

– *Because you just killed two transcendents! Do you know how huge the reward is going to be? This is insane!*

‘It’s not that big of a deal. I only dealt the final blows.’

– *That cursed system is going to hand you everything just because you struck the final blow! This is so unfair!*

Wrath ground his teeth in frustration.

– *Aaaagh!*

“It’s okay.”

As Wrath threw his tantrum, Aris came over, placing a reassuring hand on Raon’s shoulder.

“I forgive you for everything. I’m just glad you’re alive.”

With those words, she hugged him tightly. The scent of the sea from her red hair calmed the storm of emotions within him.

“Aris…”

“There’s no need to call me that anymore.”

Aris’s shoulders trembled, revealing just how much she had worried about him.

“Aunt… Thank you.”

Raon gently held her trembling shoulders.

“Finally! I’ve been waiting for this moment!”

Aris jumped for joy, momentarily forgetting they were still on a battlefield.

“Ahem!”

Glenn cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s attention.

“This is still a battlefield. The war isn’t over yet.”

He narrowed his eyes, nodding toward Derus Robert.

“The most dangerous one is still standing.”

Glenn’s gaze sharpened as he observed Derus, effortlessly evading Ifrit and Elraim’s combined assault.

“His recovery is far from normal.”

Glenn frowned, recognizing that Derus’s ability to heal went far beyond human limits.

“Has he even healed his internal injuries?”

Aris let out a troubled breath, following Glenn’s gaze.

“With death aura and that kind of regeneration… Is he even human?”

She shook her head, bewildered.

“Hmm…”

Raon’s brow furrowed as he watched Derus peel away his frozen and burnt skin, regenerating even his internal injuries.

‘What kind of power is this?’

In his past life, Derus had no such ability. It had taken him considerable time to recover from injuries back then.

‘But now he’s healing internal wounds, too…’

Even monsters like trolls, known for their regeneration, required significant time to heal internal injuries. Yet Derus was recovering in real time, as if battling the Spirit Kings wasn’t affecting him at all.

It was no longer a fight between humans and spirits—it felt like a battle between monsters.

– *Hmm…*

Wrath squinted at Derus’s movements.

– *I’ve seen this somewhere before.*

‘You’ve seen it?’

– *Yes, I have. That regeneration isn’t human—it’s something else entirely.*

‘Is he a demon?’

– *No… It doesn’t seem like that either.*

Wrath clicked his tongue, struggling to recall where he had seen it before.

‘Well, it doesn’t matter.’

Raon shrugged, stepping forward.

‘We’ll find out after we take him down.’

With Glenn, Aris, and the two Spirit Kings by his side, Raon felt confident—even against Derus.

“Let’s finish this.”

Glenn tilted his chin toward Derus, advancing without hesitation.

“Yes.”

Raon followed alongside Aris, ready for the final confrontation.

*Boom!*

Derus manipulated Ifrit’s flames and Elraim’s water, causing them to collide and create an opening for him to slip through.

The fact that he could think so clearly, even while pinned between two Spirit Kings, was astonishing.

“Hoo…”

Derus exhaled slowly, tilting his sword, which shimmered with death aura.

“Are you going to attack together?”

He whistled as he glanced at Raon, Glenn, and Aris standing behind the Spirit Kings.

“I won’t kill you right away.”

Glenn narrowed his eyes, his gaze piercing through Derus.

“There are so many things I want to ask you,” Glenn said, his *Heavenly Tremor* pointed unwaveringly at Derus Robert.

“Ifrit, keep attacking. Cyan, focus on defense.”

“Yes… Elraim, please assist,” Cyan responded, her hands summoning the Water Spirit Queen. Elraim retreated slightly, forming an orb of swirling water as a barrier.

“Be careful. That man isn’t ordinary. He’s even using my flames against me!” Ifrit growled, his pride clearly wounded.

“Thanks,” Raon acknowledged, turning to Glenn.

“We’re ready.”

“Then, let’s go.”

Glenn advanced toward Derus.

*BOOM!*

Suddenly, a massive bolt of lightning crashed down from the stormy sky, creating a barrier between Glenn and Derus.

*Crackle!*

Within the cloud of sparks and thunder, a colossal golden dragon emerged—the Dragon Lord. (TL Note: Ugh, the paid actor is here again)

[**Cease this war!**]

The Dragon Lord’s commanding will froze the battlefield once again.

[**I warned you. I will not tolerate further disruption of the balance.**]

The Dragon Lord’s fierce intent was directed at Glenn, radiating genuine anger.

“I gave you a warning as well,” Glenn responded, his icy gaze fixed on the Dragon Lord.

“If you interfere again, I’ll kill you first.”

[**So, you’ve chosen punishment over grace?**]

“You speak as if you ever offered grace to begin with.” Glenn sneered at the Dragon Lord’s delusion.

“Hm…”

Raon bit his lip, looking between Glenn and the Dragon Lord.

‘This is bad.’

Glenn was already suffering from serious internal injuries. If a fight broke out against both Derus and the Dragon Lord, things could spiral out of control. He had to prevent that at all costs.

“Wait,” Raon said, stepping forward and addressing the Dragon Lord. With both Glenn and the Dragon Lord’s attention on him, Raon pointed at Derus Robert.

“All of this—this war—happened because of that man wearing the dragon helmet.”

He fixed his finger on Derus.

“If you let us deal with him, there will be no more wars like this in the future. Please stand down, just this once.”

The Dragon Lord was a guardian of balance in the world. If he understood the true cause of the chaos, he might listen.

[**The one who killed Kaibar, I presume.**]

The Dragon Lord’s massive eyes narrowed as they settled on Raon.

“Yes, but that’s—”

[**Irrelevant now.**]

The Dragon Lord shook his head.

[**I cannot allow it.**]

“Why not…?” Raon asked, frustration mounting.

[**In the past few days, transcendents have clashed repeatedly, throwing the world out of balance. If this continues, the damage will be irreversible.**]

The Dragon Lord glanced toward the distant north.

[**The northern glaciers are melting, the southern seas are changing color, and mountains in the central region are collapsing. This war must end here.**]

“But if we leave him alive, a far greater conflict will erupt!” Raon argued, taking another step forward.

[**No.**]

The Dragon Lord’s eyes darkened as he gave his final refusal.

“You mean you’ll let him live… because he’s a dragon like you?”

Derus Robert laughed, running his hand over the horned dragon helmet.

“Is that what this is?” He tilted his head mockingly at Raon and Glenn.

“Surely… you’re not allied with the Five Demons?” Raon narrowed his eyes at the Dragon Lord.

There could be no other explanation for him protecting Derus. It was obvious to anyone that Derus was cornered.

[**Nonsense!**]

The Dragon Lord roared, his anger flaring.

[**Enough talk. Step back. This is your final warning.**]

The air vibrated with the weight of his mana.

“So you *are* in league with them,” Glenn muttered, his expression hardening.

“Strongest race? All I see are hypocrites.”

Glenn tightened his grip on the *Heavenly Tremor*, radiating killing intent.

“Try to stop me, and I’ll kill you first.”

Though injured, Glenn raised a hand and beckoned the Dragon Lord toward him, daring him to attack.

[**So be it.**]

The Dragon Lord spread his wings, summoning four massive ancient dragons to his side. Each one dwarfed Kaibar, the dragon Raon had previously slain.

*Whoooooosh!*

The dragons opened their massive maws, each one glowing with a different-colored radiance from the depths of their throats. They were preparing their devastating Dragon Breaths.

“Get back!”

“Leaving so soon?”

As Glenn tried to move, the Fallen One blocked his path, a sly grin playing on his lips.

“Damn it!”

“You’re not going anywhere, mosquito!”

“You followed me everywhere, and now you want me gone?”

Lecross and Ogram, too, were pinned down by the White Blood Cult leader, unable to break away.

“Ifrit! Cyan!”

“We know!”

“Yes!”

Responding to Raon’s call, Ifrit unleashed a wall of crimson flames, while Elraim conjured a torrent of water. Together, the two Spirit Kings formed a massive barrier to block the Dragon Breaths.

*BOOOOM!*

But the Dragon Lord and the four ancient dragons unleashed their attacks without hesitation. Beams of light, powerful enough to bridge the heavens and the earth, cascaded down like waterfalls.

“Damn it!” Aris cursed, sheathing her sword.

“Sword Field Creation: Annihilation!”

With gritted teeth, she unleashed a spatial slash, tearing through the air to intercept the Dragon Breaths.

*Crackle!*

Despite her efforts, the overwhelming power of the Dragon Breaths began to push through, breaking past the Spirit Kings’ barrier and Aris’s slash.

“…”

Even as the defenses wavered, Glenn did not turn away. His focus remained locked on Derus Robert.

He knew the real threat wasn’t the dragons—it was Derus.

“You know you’ll all die if you keep ignoring this,” Derus taunted, crossing his arms.

“You’re not going to run, so why not focus on stopping the Breath?”

Derus licked his lips as he stared at Raon and Glenn.

– *He’s targeting both of you,* Wrath hissed, his voice heavy with malice.

‘I know.’

Raon nodded. Derus’s gaze was fixed on both him and Glenn, waiting for a chance to strike.

“We can’t take our eyes off him,” Raon warned.

“I know,” Glenn replied calmly, his sharp gaze unwavering despite the dire situation.

“I’ll handle this,” Raon said, gripping the *Genesis Blade* tightly and turning toward the approaching Dragon Breaths.

‘Using *Genesis Manifestation* again might push me past my limit, but…’

He clenched his teeth.

There was no other choice. Glenn needed to hold Derus at bay, and the Dragon Breaths could only be stopped by him.

*Huff…*

Just as Raon prepared to unleash his power—

*Whoooosh!*

A pitch-black greatsword fell from the sky, slicing through the space where the Dragon Breaths clashed with the Spirit Kings’ defenses.

*BOOOM!*

The mighty slash extinguished both the Dragon Breaths and the Spirit Kings’ powers. The blade floated momentarily, then shot toward a figure in the distance.

A man with flaming red hair and piercing golden eyes, his beauty terrifying in its perfection, caught the sword in his hand—the *Sword Saint* himself.

“The Sword Saint!”

The White Blood Cult leader grinned broadly, as if she had anticipated his arrival.

“You said you wouldn’t come, and yet, here you are.”

The Fallen One smirked, shrugging his shoulders.

“Well, well… this is getting interesting.”

Derus laughed triumphantly, as if the tide had turned completely in his favor.

“…”

Glenn’s usually calm eyes wavered for the first time. It was a look Raon had never seen before.

“Damn it…”

Raon clenched his teeth.

‘How did things come to this…?’

The Sword Saint was a legendary figure, on par with the Heavenly Demon himself, and someone capable of matching Glenn’s strength. (TL Note: The current Sword Saint is the leader of the Holy Sword Alliance)

Handling the dragons alone might have been possible, but with the Sword Saint in the mix, victory seemed impossible.

There was no one on this battlefield capable of standing up to that monster.

*Splash.*

The Sword Saint calmly strode across the water, his steps graceful and steady, as if the battle raging around him was of no concern.

“Everyone else, leave,” he commanded, raising his sword.

He wasn’t addressing Glenn or Raon, but rather the Five Demons and the Dragon Lord.

“Glenn Zieghart and Raon Zieghart are mine.”