The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1122

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Chapter 1122

Boom!

Raon felt his chest resonate as he witnessed the exquisite sword strike that Brianna and Bridget had created together.

‘No, not my chest….’

The Ring of Fire is resonating.

The Ring of Fire that encircled my heart, upon witnessing the sword strike of Brianna and Bridget, seemed to sense something profound and erupted in violent resonance, sending deep waves through my consciousness.

Whoooooosh!

The Ring of Fire spun faster and faster as the world’s time began to slow. Brianna and Bridget, who had been striking like flashes of lightning, froze before me like statues.

Whoooosh!

The flow of the world ceased, and my perception transformed. The energies I had always known became vivid as if touching my skin, and those I had failed to sense drew near as if within my grasp.
The energies he had originally known felt more vivid, as if touching his skin, and the ones he hadn’t been able to sense before drew close, as if they could be grasped in his hands.

The flow of Bridget and Brianna’s combined technique, which I was seeing for the first time, reflected clearly in my eyes.
The flow of Bridget and Brianna’s success story, which she was seeing for the first time, was clearly reflected in her eyes.

This bastard’s awakening again!

Wrath clicked his teeth in frustration, wondering if this was starting again.

No.

Today isn’t like being in a state of complete absorption.

Rather than falling into a state of oblivion and awakening, the achievements of martial arts he had accumulated so far were leading him to an even higher place.

‘It’s not that someone made me grow. I grew myself.’
“It’s not that someone made me grow, but that I grew myself.”

Raon shook his head calmly.

‘This is the power I have cultivated and earned all this time.’

The war against the White Blood Cult, the clash with Sloth, encounters with the Sword Emperor and War King, the awakening of the High Elf, and even the reunion with Gluttony.
Unlike before, I hadn’t obtained rewards for free—I had achieved small growth through countless experiences and efforts.

A brilliant light blazed forth.

Until now, I had grown through states of transcendence, and upon awakening, I felt my strength increase. But today, with my mind perfectly lucid, both body and spirit grew simultaneously, bringing a new exhilaration I had never experienced before.

I felt the elevation of my soul’s essence and the perfection of my martial arts advancing together as I slowly opened my eyes. The fragments of mana scattered across the world began to feel increasingly refined and distinct.

Time, which had frozen, began to flow once more.

I saw Bridget and Brianna’s sword strikes rushing toward me.

A resonant hum echoed through the air.

Based on this newfound insight, I extended the Heavenly Sword to my right.
The Infinite Union—simultaneously unfolding the path and sword technique of the Sword Saint Legacy. White aura surged from the heavy yet solid blade, completely receiving and erasing the combined strike of Bridget and Brianna.

“What is this…?”

Brianna’s expression, which had been confident of victory, froze in shock. Her jaw trembled as if she couldn’t comprehend what had just happened.

“Insane!”

Heekyuk Je also trembled in bewilderment.

“What just…?”

As the architect of the combined technique’s formula, she seemed to have been anticipating the victory of the Bridget and Brianna sisters.

“The Sword Master’s strike completely disappeared…?”
“What in the world just happened?”
“Is this the true martial power of Sword Emperor Raon Zigheart?”
“Isn’t he reaching the level of the Five Emperors Three Demons rather than the New Rising Powers?”

The swordsmen of Mugeomgak gasped in succession, clearly unaware that Raon’s martial prowess had reached such heights.

“Phew.”

Raon lowered the Heavenly Sword, which had traced out a new martial technique, and nodded to himself.

‘I never imagined I would grow in this manner.’

In truth, I had gained an enormous amount recently. I had learned new martial techniques, consumed spiritual elixirs, and even strengthened the powers of the Demon Lords.

Yet despite acquiring so much, my raw martial power hadn’t changed dramatically—until today, when all those accumulated rewards converged into a single breakthrough, achieving a small but meaningful milestone.

-It’s truly not far off now.

Wrath narrowed his eyes as he observed me.

‘Not far off?’
-Surpassing the leaders of the Five Emperors Three Demons faction, that is.

He nodded, sensing that the heads of the Five Emperors Three Demons had now entered within my striking range.

‘I feel it too.’

I clenched my fist and smiled faintly.

‘I’ve truly drawn closer to them.’

Among the Five Emperors Three Demons, excluding Glen, Derus Robert, and the Heavenly Demon—those who wielded overwhelming martial power—the other leaders seemed within reach in a relatively short time.

‘If I reach their level, I can win against most of them.’

He possesses multiple characteristics, the powers of the Demon Lords, and a body that transcends transcendence. If he reaches the same level as them, he will almost certainly be able to win.

Are you already getting ready to fight?

Wrath let out a hollow laugh, saying how truly remarkable he was.

“Of course I have to.”

Derus and the Heavenly Demon must have prepared new Transcendents for what’s to come.

Derus and the Heavenly Demon are betting everything on the war ahead, confident in their victory.
It was obvious they’d prepared new Transcendents I’d never seen before, so I had to grow stronger before the war—strong enough to face the Archangel.

“I lost.”

Brianna sighed and approached me.

“Seeing your current level, there’s no way Bridget and I could win, no matter what we do.”

She declared her surrender with a slight smile. Yet she used the word “now,” suggesting she hadn’t given up entirely.

“I knew you’d be stronger when we met again, but I didn’t expect you to grow this much.”

Brianna had wanted to win even if it meant unleashing her emotions for Bridget’s sake, but it wasn’t meant to be. She lowered her sword calmly, returning to her usual demeanor.

“What on earth happened to you?”
“I accumulated considerable experience traveling across the Continent.”

I laughed, saying I’d simply been fortunate.

“If that’s all it took to grow stronger, Transcendents would be nothing but travelers.”

Brianna chuckled and lowered her hand.

“Well, this isn’t the place to discuss it.”

She glanced around, understanding the situation, and smacked her lips.

“We should talk later.”
“I’ll do that.”

I nodded, agreeing to explain separately.

“Then.”

Brianna closed her eyes with those words, and moments later, Bridget’s gaze returned to life.

“Damn it!”

Bridget stamped her foot, her language far rougher than Brianna’s.

“I never thought this method would fail too!”

She gnashed her teeth, lamenting that everything she had prepared had come to nothing.

“Failing to capture you doesn’t mean failure. Both of you have certainly grown stronger.”

I spoke honestly about how dangerous it had been, offering a faint smile. Had I not grown from witnessing her swordsmanship, I would have suffered a crushing defeat.

“You’re joking.”

Bridget waved her hand dismissively, as if telling me to stop spouting nonsense.

“Just fight your next opponent already.”

She told me to finish the Divine Sword Tournament already and descended from the Sparring Arena.

“Next opponent?”

As I tilted my head in confusion, Martha ascended from the opposite side, her eyes burning with solemn intensity.

“I’m next.”

Martha announced she was my next opponent and drew her sword.

“Fight properly.”

She bit her lip, demanding that I unleash my full swordsmanship with all my strength, even if the battle ended in a single exchange.

“Properly….”

I curled my lips upward, watching Martha’s eyes burn with the same intensity as when she fought the White Blood Cult.

‘It seems her resolve has changed.’

Martha seemed to have lost her vigor after destroying the White Blood Cult and rescuing her mother, achieving her long-held goals.
Though she participated in training, she lacked the wholehearted intensity of before. Yet watching my duel with Akgeomhu, she appeared to have gained some insight. Seeing her fighting spirit return brought me a measure of satisfaction.

“Good.”

I planted the Heavenly Sword upright and nodded. Hoping it would benefit Martha, I extended a blade stroke infused with the enlightenment I had gained today.

Whoooooosh!

The sword traced a beautiful arc without any aura, extending toward Martha.

“I told you I needed to see this!”

Martha’s expression twisted as she witnessed the graceful yet perilously dangerous swordwork.

Claaaaaang!

She did not retreat, instead unleashing her learned swordwork to its fullest to block my blade.
Yet lacking the strength and realm to match, she was sent flying from the Sparring Arena with eyes rolling back, crashing to the ground.

“It seems…”

I chuckled softly, watching Martha lose consciousness while still refusing to release her sword.

“The Asura woman has returned.”

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“Derus Robert.”

Kubara entered Derus Robert’s Cultivation Chamber and bowed so deeply her forehead nearly touched the ground.

“….”

Derus Robert remained focused on meditation, eyes closed, offering no response.

Kubara slowly rose to her feet as Derus Robert remained silent, as if preparing to leave.

Just as she carefully turned her body and attempted to exit the Cultivation Chamber,

A chilling sensation swept through her.

Kubara felt as though someone had seized her heart—no, her very soul—and she froze in place.

Any further movement or the slightest utterance would result in an invisible hand shattering her soul.

“Ugh….”

As Kubara, whose emotions had long since withered away, began to rediscover the sensation of fear, Derus Robert finally opened his eyes.

A gentle exhalation escaped him.

As Derus Robert smiled with eyes as transparent and untainted as a child’s, the oppressive spiritual pressure that had bound Kubara dissolved like morning mist.

“What brings you here?”

Derus Robert nodded calmly, as though nothing had transpired.

“Well….”

Kubara exhaled heavily, straightened her disheveled clothing, and bowed respectfully to Derus Robert.

“The Holy Sword Master has taken the bait. He is currently waiting before the Fourth Factory.”

She reported that Lectar was preparing to assault the Fourth Factory, where he had been gathering divine power.

“He took the bait immediately?”

Derus Robert’s lips twisted into a smile as he recalled Lectar’s face.

“That old man must be itching for a fight, his body burning with anticipation.”

He let out a low chuckle, clearly amused by how entertaining matters had become.

“Summon him.”

Derus Robert pointed his finger toward the sky.

“I have no desire to witness four factories that I personally established crumble to ruin.”

He nodded with ease, as though the matter would resolve itself without difficulty.

“Understood. Then I shall take my leave.”

Kubara bowed respectfully before departing from Derus Robert’s Cultivation Chamber.

“….”

Derus Robert gazed at the beads of sweat that had fallen where Kubara had stood, his lips curling into a subtle smile.

“The time draws near indeed.”

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Raon ultimately claimed victory in the Divine Sword Tournament and even secured access to the restricted Archives.

“That’s our Raon!”

Evelyn raised both hands high, praising his exceptional performance.

“I knew you’d win every time you drew your blade!”

She squeezed his hand firmly, her faith in him unwavering.

“A Transcendent actually went and took first place in a children’s tournament.”

Martha shook her head, rubbing her bruised arm.

“Couldn’t you have let him win in the finals?”

She sighed deeply, recalling the Mugeomgak disciple who had been sent flying by a single strike in the championship match.

“No, you did well.”

Akgeomhu lowered her hand, indicating that I hadn’t fought poorly.

“Because you fought me properly, it seems my disciples have found the path they need to walk.”

She smiled as she heard the spirited shouts that shook the Training Ground.

“Mugeomgak has been troubling me lately with so many complacent members, but thanks to you, it feels like a new current is flowing through us.”

Bridget nodded, saying she had actually received great benefit from this.

“When will you enter the Special Archives?”

She narrowed her eyes as she looked at the book-shaped key in my hand.

“If you permit it, I would like to enter right now.”

I answered while gazing at the key in my hand.

“Me too!”

Martha, who had been eliminated in the semifinals, raised her hand, wanting to enter together.

“Sigh, so only I can’t go in again….”

Dorian frowned, seeming disappointed that he couldn’t see the books that might contain useful supplies.

“Do you have some martial technique manual you’re looking for?”

Bridget narrowed her eyes with curiosity.

“I don’t know if it will be here, but there is something I’m searching for.”

I nodded without hesitation.

“The Special Archives is called Sigeomgak. It’s a place where only unique sword techniques from all eras have been gathered, so what you’re looking for might be there.”

Bridget shook her head, saying it was unpredictable.

“Still, there are many sword manuals that could help with the Thousand Swords technique, so have a safe journey.”

She gestured behind her, granting permission.

Whoooooosh!

As Bridget raised her hand, the wall behind her opened, and a staircase descended into view. The scent of dust and aged books wafted up from the dark space below.

“I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

Heekyuk Je smiled knowingly, as if she understood something.

“Thank you.”

I bowed to Bridget and Heekyuk Je before descending the staircase into the underground. After descending roughly five levels, an octagonal Archives spread out like a spider’s web, illuminated by a soft glow. It was the Sigeomgak, Mugeomgak’s pride.

“Wow, I thought an Archives with only unique sword techniques would be smaller, but it’s much larger than expected.”

Martha whistled in surprise.

“I’ll look around this section.”

With renewed enthusiasm, she rushed forward and began reading the sword manuals.

“Let’s see…”

I pulled a book from the Archives before me.

“The Silent Light Sword?”

Just hearing the name, it sounded powerful. Upon reading the manual, it proved to be a sword technique of considerable quality, if not quite living up to its impressive title.

‘A sword manual focused on powerful and overwhelming techniques.’

The Silent Light Sword was a martial art emphasizing strong strikes and overwhelming force among various sword techniques. Since it seemed it would be helpful for the Thousand Swords technique, I analyzed each move and flow in detail, committing them to memory.

‘This is interesting.’

I licked my lips and opened another sword manual next to the Silent Light Sword.

You said you were looking for something. Stop wasting time and find it quickly!

Wrath furrowed his brow as if asking whether I could just read any book at random.

‘Since I don’t know the title anyway, I’ll have to search through everything.’

I turned the pages, insisting that this wasn’t a waste of time.

‘And besides, it’s all helpful.’

Quite helpful, in fact.

Every martial tome in Sigeomgak contained unusual sword techniques, each imbued with peculiar flows and harmonies I hadn’t conceived of before. Simply studying and learning from these works would greatly aid my mastery of the Ten Thousand Swords.

‘Next.’

I had already devoured every book on the first shelf and moved to the second.

‘What should I look at next?’

As I pondered and swept my gaze across the shelves, an old, worn tome caught my eye—its title too faded to read clearly. The cover had yellowed like the skin of someone with jaundice, yet something about it felt strangely familiar.

‘This title is….’

The moment my fingers reached out to grasp the yellowed book.

Whoooooosh!

Golden flames erupted from the center of the book the instant my fingers touched it, consuming me entirely.

‘I had a feeling, and it seems I was right.’

I slipped into the memories of the past, now familiar to me, and curled my lips into a smile.

‘My ancestor certainly is a busy one.’

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