The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 707 "Have these fools all gone mad?" Helgroom gritted his teeth so hard they could be heard grinding. "Your disciple started the provocation first. What nonsense are you spouting?" He gestured wildly, telling Rector to look at the situation properly. "Provocation? What provocation did Mustan make?" Rector furrowed his brow deeply. "Didn't he block our path while calling the South-North Union trash-like bandits?" Helgroom's eyes flashed with unforgivable rage. "Is that what you call provocation?" Rector scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. "These days, speaking the truth is considered provocation, I see?" (E/N: Helgroom is a twitter user confirmed.) "You... You dare!" Helgroom bit his lip as he met Rector's cold gaze. "Raon Zieghart defeated Axe King Roman in a fair one-on-one duel." Rector looked back at the fallen Raon. His weathered eyes filled with deep pride. "Even though the Axe King himself acknowledged defeat and told you to let Raon Zieghart go, you chased him all the way here to kill him. How utterly disgraceful." Rector's gaze, now turned back to Helgroom, twisted as if looking at a repulsive insect. “There is nothing wrong with what my disciple said, where is the provocation, Helgroom?” Rector tilted his chin, as if daring Helgroom to speak. "You stubborn old fool." Helgroom glared at Rector, exhaling roughly. “Do you think I came after him just for the South-North Union? It's all for the Five Demons!” “For the Five Demons?” Rector narrowed his eyes, as if asking what he meant. "That's right. With Beast King Ogram's defeat, the balance of the Six Kings and Five Demons has been shattered. It's not an exaggeration to say that the era of the Five Demons has arrived." Helgroom lowered his spear, looking down at the fallen Raon. "What does that have to do with your disgraceful behavior?" "Because the biggest obstacle to the Five Demons... no, to the Six Demons ruling the continent isn't the current Six Kings, but that Raon Zieghart. If we don't kill him now, he'll become a monster beyond both your and my reach." He clenched his fist until it bled, insisting they couldn't let Raon escape. “Six Demons? It seems you've decided to accept those Shadow things.” "The Holy Sword Alliance didn't outright refuse, did they? They just didn't agree." Helgroom narrowed his eyes, saying it was already a done deal. "Even the Holy Sword Alliance Leader's disciple was defeated by Raon Zieghart. I'll hand over his head. Go to the Alliance Leader and..." "You're greatly mistaken about the Alliance Leader." Rector curled his lips, looking at Helgroom. "The Alliance Leader doesn't pick unripe fruit. The reason he didn't participate in this affair is because your lot is so disgraceful." He frowned, saying what the Alliance Leader wanted was a one-on-one duel with Glenn. "If the Alliance Leader saw this spectacle, your head would have flown off first." "Stop spouting nonsense! Even a passing dog knows the Holy Sword Alliance has joined forces with the White Blood Religion and Black Tower!" Helgroom waved his hand in disbelief. "That's different from this situation." Rector calmly shook his head. "Thanks to you, I now understand why the South-North Union is called a band of rootless thieves." He sneered, mocking Helgroom. "You... you..." "Enough idle talk." Rector shook his head and raised his sword. "I'll say it one last time. Leave this place." "And if I refuse?" Helgroom stepped forward, shaking his head. "Then I'll show you how vast the gap is between Transcendent Warriors." "Hahaha!" He burst into laughter, holding his forehead as if he'd lost his mind. "Very well. Show me what you've accomplished with that swordsmanship you've honed by deceiving people." Helgroom twirled his spear, mocking Rector. “Indeed. At your age, you should be drinking honeydew wine, not be out there fighting.” Rector nodded calmly, as if he had anticipated this situation. "Sword Demon!" Just as the two Transcendent Warriors were about to clash, Rimmer's voice rang out from behind. "Leave. This fight doesn't concern you." Rector turned around. "What nonsense is that! Besides, you..." "I told you, didn't I? I'm not here to help you, but because I can't bear to watch this old man's disgraceful behavior." Intense emotions flashed across his eyes as he looked at Raon, quickly subsiding. "Go." As Rector waved his hand, an invisible force gently pushed Dorian's ship. The vessel creaked as it swiftly rode the rough currents of the Lable River. "Rector!" "Master Rector!" Rimmer and the Light Wind division called out from behind, but he didn't look back again. "Playing the hero, are we?" Helgroom sneered, turning his back. "Beorn. You take command... Huh?" He scanned the bandits behind him and his eyes widened. "What? Where's Beorn gone!" "Uh...?" "He... He was right beside us!" "He suddenly disappeared!" The Water Demons trembled, seemingly unaware that Beorn had vanished. "As expected of rootless thieves. Can't even manage your own subordinates." Rector smirked, flicking his finger. "Shut up!" Helgroom's shoulders shook as he raised his hand. “Kill all the traitors of the Six Demons! I’ll take responsibility!” At his cry, the Blue Wolf cut through the waves and advanced. The bows of the two warships crumbled further, creating a passage between the vessels. "Kill them!" "Don't let a single one live!" "You thieves!" "You traitors!" The South-North Union's Martial Artists and the Holy Sword Alliance's Swordsmen clashed as they boarded each other's ships. While the Holy Sword Alliance Swordsmen had the upper hand in skill, the South-North Union Martial Artists used the advantage of the rocking ships to offset their lack of power. Despite the intensifying battle between the South-North Union and Holy Sword Alliance warriors, Rector and Helgroom stood still, glaring at each other. "Let's move elsewhere." Rector nodded, stepping into the air and moving towards the river. "Hmph." Helgroom, seemingly not wanting to harm his subordinates, followed Rector and stood on the river's surface. "Thank you for coming to my battlefield. Here..." "Helgroom." Rector's voice sank so low it seemed to come from the depths of hell. "You've made a grave mistake today." The aura flowing from him dried up, becoming as arid as a desert. "What are you..." "Die." Rector extended his sword, his expression as fierce as a demon of slaughter. A curtain of blazing aura unfurled across the white blade, spreading a magnificent light along the horizon. * * * “It’s nice to see so many familiar faces today.” Rimmer exhaled sharply, sensing the massive wave of aura exploding in the center of the Lable River. "Um... there..." Dorian swallowed hard, looking back. "Don't you think the Sword Demon came to save us?" He shook his head, unable to believe the Sword Demon's words about not being involved. "I think so too." Burren spoke, unusually lacking his typical coolness. "The Sword Demon had several chances to capture us, but he always let us go." He stroked his chin, saying it was the same with Merlin. "Aunt said the same thing before. That he was stronger than her, but he held back and left." Martha nodded, saying Alice had said something similar. "He seemed happy to see Raon today." Runaan bowed her head, looking at Raon. "Hm?" "He was happy to see Raon?" "How do you know?" The Light Wind division Swordsmen tilted their heads, saying Rector's eyes had been cold. "Because he looked proud." Runaan blinked, meeting everyone's gaze. 'I'm sure of it.' Being someone who couldn't easily express emotions, she could tell. Rector had, for a very brief moment, looked at Raon with pride and approval in his eyes. He must have stepped forward because of Raon. "It doesn't matter what the Sword Demon's thoughts are." Mark Goetun calmly opened his eyes, his hand on his sword hilt. "What's important now is safely escorting the Division Leader. Everyone, stay focused." He stood at the edge of the deck, slowly steadying his breath. "Right. Sword Demon or Merlin, that's for later. Don't let your guard down until that ship appears." Rimmer nodded calmly, looking ahead. 'Still, I'm curious.' Rector clearly had a deep connection with Raon and Sylvia. He had a rough idea, but without concrete evidence, he couldn't be certain. "Dorian. How's the ship's condition?" "Not good." Dorian let out a long sigh, handling the shaky helm. "We've patched it up temporarily with planks, but it won't last long. Even a small impact could break it..." He bit his lip, saying it was an extremely dangerous situation. "It'll break even with a small impact?" "Is... Is it that bad?" The Swordsmen who had been hammering wood into the leaking floor exhaled sharply. "We've been hit by a breath attack, collided with another ship, and pierced by rocks..." Dorian lowered his head, saying his steering had been inadequate. "It's alright. We just need to hold out a little longer." Rimmer wiped the cold sweat trickling down his forehead as he looked ahead. 'Phew, keeping Aura Perception constantly active is not for humans.' (E/N: good thing you are an elf then!) He had kept his Aura Perception at its peak since Raon's duel to the death, preparing for any situation. Not only was the aura consumption extreme, but his mental strength was reaching its limit from interpreting the vast information transmitted through Aura Perception. It felt like his head would explode from the inside. 'But I have to keep enduring.' Thanks to keeping Aura Perception active, he had been able to anticipate the enemy's position and minimize the impact on the ship. The words to endure were not just for the Light Wind division, but for himself. He had to hold out even in death until they could transfer to the other ship. "Huff..." As Rimmer watched the endlessly flowing river with half-closed eyes, a massive sailing ship that didn't belong on the river entered his vision from the west. It was no smaller than the South-North Union Leader's warship, the Blue Wolf, and a flag with a cute skull design fluttered at the top of its mast. "It's here! The Azure Wind!" The Azure Wind, Alice Zieghart's pirate ship that had circumnavigated the sea. It was the final piece Raon had prepared. "Lord Raon!" "You're safe!" "We were on our way to find you because you were so late!" A middle-aged man with a bald head and an eye patch over his left eye waved from the bow of the Azure Wind. It was Lawaine, the former Blue Division Leader who now bore the title of Pirate King. "Dorian. Full speed towards the Azure Wind." "Yes!" Dorian grinned as he steered the ship towards the Azure Wind. The Azure Wind was also moving, so it didn't take long for the two ships to gently touch. "Rimmer. Why are you so late!" Lawaine frowned, leaning over the railing. "Are you really the Blue Division Leader? You look like you've crawled out of a grave!" Rimmer chuckled at Lawaine's face. "This is a concept! I'm doing this because of Lady Alice!" Lawaine lifted his eye patch, furrowing his brow. "You're having a hard time too." Rimmer nodded with a faint smile. "Get on board first. That ship's about to fall apart." Lawaine, with a sailor's eye, recognized the state of Dorian's ship and gestured for them to board quickly. "Just a moment." Before boarding, Rimmer extended his Aura Perception to its maximum one last time. He sensed nothing except small wildlife and fish in the river. 'I can let it go now.' With no enemies in sight and the Grandmaster Lawaine right beside them, he let his Aura Perception subside. "Ugh..." His legs trembled, having reached their limit. If he had maintained it any longer, he might have really collapsed. "First squad, board first." Rimmer pointed to the Azure Wind, forcing a calm expression. "Understood." Martha boarded the Azure Wind with the first squad members. "All clear." They nodded after inspecting the Azure Wind's deck, indicating no problems. "Then the second squad will transfer the Saint and Raon..." Just as Rimmer was about to give instructions to Runaan and the second Light Wind squad, it happened. "Enemy!" Lawaine shouted, leaping from the bow. At the same time, the Evil Goat Demon, wearing Baphomet's helmet, burst out of the rough waves. Instead of his usual greatsword, he wielded a long sword, aiming for Raon's heart. (E/N: duh, at this point, add in a few demon king, which can attract some dragon, and we have the full cast) Both Lawaine and Rimmer were too late. They reached out without even time to draw their swords, but the Astral Ring surging from the Evil Goat Demon's sword was much faster. However, there was one person who moved as if reading that energy. Runaan. She, who knew the Evil Goat Demon's aura better than anyone here, raised a wall of frost to block the oncoming Astral Ring. The wall of frost, made of Astral Energy, cracked as Runaan was slammed into the deck. Despite coughing blood, she didn't let go of her sword. The ship, pushed to its limit, finally split in half, and the Light Wind division Swordsmen fell into the river. "Raon is safe!" The Ragged Saint, Federick, waved his hand while holding Raon. "Runaan!" The Evil Goat Demon roared, thrusting his sword again, but Rimmer and Lawaine, who had gained time thanks to Runaan, blocked him. Rimmer and Lawaine's sword strikes sent the Evil Goat Demon flying back, spitting blood. "You filthy bastard!" "I wondered why I couldn't see you! Syria Sullion!" Just as relief washed over everyone for blocking the hidden enemy, a stealthy light flashed from within the Evil Goat Demon's shadow. A red-eyed swordsman with worn-out emotions, Beorn, broke through Rimmer and Lawaine's encirclement and raised his sword. The long, needle-like sword extended towards Raon, who was in Federick's arms. "No!" Federick spread his hands to block the sword, but Beorn's blade pierced through his arm and into Raon's chest. At the moment the eerie blade penetrated Raon's skin, an invisible light bloomed from the ice flower bracelet he was wearing. -Whehehehe! I'm fully revived! Wrath burst out of the bracelet, cackling loudly. -Now, give me five boxes of mint chocolate for the great me... Huh? The Demon King of Wrath blinked his round eyes at the thin sword piercing Raon's chest. -A sword? In the chest? Uh... What's this! Why am I taking a sword to the chest the moment I open my eyes! Wrath grabbed the unconscious Raon's collar and screamed. -Raon Zieghart! What kind of trouble have you gotten into again! As the Demon King's scream rang out, silver mist rose over the river. -Why am I seeing hell the moment I open my eyes!